Sunday at Satiro's
This is the inside of San Satiro's church. No, I don't know if he's the patron saint of Satire. I do know that it's quite old - built on the site of a religious place that dated from the 9th century. The mural at the back is 13th century. It's a small, but lovely place.
After landing in Milan we started on the day's adventure: finding lodging, food, rest, and a bit of site-seeing. Lodging was reserved here at the Hotel Brunelleschi. We picked up our luggage and caught a shuttle bus to the central train station, where we intended to ride the Metro to/near our hotel. We wrestled our luggage onto an "up" escalator and when I looked back, there was a pile of luggage with BJ's feet sticking out of it riding a few steps behind me. From that point, it seemed a better idea to take a cab to the hotel. We're old hands at subway trains, even in foreign languages, but not while handling big loads of luggage.
The hotel is nice, and we took the advice of a bellman and went to eat at Ristorante Bruno- which "isn't tourist" and where we'll be "familia" if we gave his card to Roberto. The bellman's name was Corrado and I'm sure it's just coincidental that he has the same given name as Tony Soprano's "Uncle Junior". Roberto, asian affiliation tattoos on his neck and all, received us warmly and we had a nice buffet. Familia or not, the buffet is limited to one plate per patron; the food was good and there was a generous (if confusing) assortment.
Back at the hotel we inventoried our "owies" (I didn't mention that one of my first official actions at the San Antonio airport was lifting my suitcase wrong and spraining my back) and took a short nap. Apparently, no one missed us. We went to the Duomo Piazza and avoided the Sunday crowds by finding San Satiro.
The day's interesting photos are here.