"Stop it?...stop what?", I tried to understand looking at her.

Then I got it, she was being mugged. And as the whole train car paused to look at her, a young woman raised her hands in the air-backing away from Mary Ann, and stared-wide eyed, at the noisy foreigner, like she was out of her mind.

Everybody on the platform got it though, and the mugger headed briskly away from the closing door(MA was prepared-nothing taken). That's Milan, where ancient Italy meets modern Italy. My kind of place!

I love cities just as much as I love Perry Creek in October.

We have to see the tourist sights, like the cathedrals. MA raised Catholic, and me, well, just raised,... we go for different reasons.

I have little interest in the original "owners", I'm fascinated by these ancient buildings; the architects, the builders, the craftsmen. Milan has some massively out of scale-enormous ancient(compared to US timeline) structures.

Walking among the spires on the top of the Duomo in Milan was something! I couldn't get over the building details. As she took in the art details, I'd blurt out, "Do you know we're walking on the roof here!!" We traveled through huge rain gutters between spires, climbed up joined - stone roof panels-yikes!. It's a trip.

This craftsmen was replacing some marble. We haven't lost any of the artisanal skills over the ions.

Nor have we lost the artists. The metal worker that formed this stainless steel cage so appreciates the ancient form of this little statue, he carefully followed the curve of the breast. I appreciate his art as much as the ancient sculptor.

And this contemporary art, in a window. (I'm in there too, the orginal selfie-reflection)

Milan swells with life, too. Food is life and this is a center for a vast range of the nearby palates in this part of the world.

To answer Dave's post, I started cruising at a very early age. It is a state of mind for me.