Milan was very different from the rest of Italy I had been to. I was use to the more southern cities of Florence and Rome, where tourisms and everyday life had a good mixture. Here in Milan, it was a city that you lived in, not one to be visited.
But of course there are the tourist attractions of the Duomo and the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. These are of course spectacular places to visit and marvel at, but take all of 2 seconds to take them in. Another weird obsession here, or tourist grab, is people offering you bread crumbs or bird seed, so you can take a photo with the pigeons. As in, have the dirty street pigeons all over you. Pigeons are everywhere, I didn’t understand this obsession.
Other than those 2, Milan didn’t have too much to offer. It didn’t look like Italy, the streets looked more like the rest of Europe, not the Italian charm I was use to in the south.
Milan is a city where the Italian people work and live, and therefore, the Italians cooked. Our hostel that we stayed out, which was probably one of the best hostel i’ve ever stay at (Ostello Bello); everything was free! Free breakfast in the morning, free dinner at night, a kitchen which they stocked everyday with food and free to eat. Therefore, we only went out for lunch, but the places we did go had fantastic food, the typical Italian food I was missing and craving. In the restaurant there were not other tourists but the locals themselves, business men on their lunch breaks. It felt and tasted more authentic.