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| Week 11, Friday: Poldi Pezzoli, Fiorentina | 2024-10-11T21:55:00+02:00 |
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The sleep in our little hotel in Milan was alright, although the bed is incredibly hard. Luckily, the sheets are soft though, and I have Angel and Ahu with me, which helps with the sleeping process a little bit. We took our breakfast at 09:30 or so, as Quinn was knocked out for the greater part of the morning, and I also did not set an alarm clock.
Marina would like to go to a specific pasta joint called 'Pasto: Laboratoria' which doesn't take reservations and is open from 12:00-15:00 only. It's a quirky place, she says, but we intend to have a late lunch there. We therefore have about two and a half hours or so to explore the city.
As we walk down the Dateo metro station, Quinn has shivers as it reminds him of Liminal Spaces. There's two very long escalators here, perhaps each some twenty meters in height, and there's nobody on them. We are completely alone here - did we manage to find the Back Rooms? Maybe not, as the wallpaper doesn't seem to fit, so we take the metro to the Cathedral in the middle of town, and it's brightly lit by the Sun peeking through the clouds. For a Friday morning, we're surprised at how many people are still crowding at the queues to visit the inside of the structure, but we're not in the mood to stand in line for a few hours, besides, we have pasta to eat.
Instead, we head for a smaller museum called Poldi Pezzoli, which consists of some twenty or so rooms with decadent art from all periods of history. THere were many paintings, sculptures, clocks and watches, rings and necklaces, and most rooms were in some style of the period, with furniture, artwork, bowls and china, you name it. I really liked the multimodal experience.
At the end of the walk through Pazzoli's collection, we visited the doanstairs area which features an armory, that is to say: a room full of swords, sables, gauntlets, chainmill suites, helmets and a beautiful collection of rifles and pistols, all antique. It was an impressive building!
At 12:45 or so, we arrive at the pasta lab. Marina and Quinn were here a few months ago, and remembered there was a line to get in, and only three dishes on the menu. Today, there is no wait, but there are four dishes. We each choose one:
- Marina takes gnochetti with beets, making it fiery purple
- Quinn takes classic pasta fusseli with pesto, making it bright green
- I choose a classic pasta with pomodoro and basil, making mine red
We each stole a bite or two from the others, and in general had a wonderful lunch. I noticed that we seem to have beat the crowd, as when we left, there was a line of twenty or so people waiting outside. Hah, we got lucky on this one!
We don't feel like going to more musea, but Marina has an idea. There's a statue here described as L.O.V.E. and it's apparently right next to the stock exchange. I was curious to see what it was, and as we rock up to the place, it turns out to be a huge hand made from white stone, with all fingers truncated, except the middle finger. It definitely looks like it's saying FFFUUUU to something, and it's not clear to me why this would have the name L.O.V.E.? But I like the juxtaposition it shows, between the stock exchange and life as we know it.
The weather is still sunny and pleasant, so we decide to take a walk. There's a canal through Milan that runs through the neighborhood of Navigli, and there's restaurants, bars and little street vendors all along this canal. We walk it back downtown, and then we see a familiar street: the one in which Piercing'n'More lives, so Quinn stops by and says hello to the lady who gave him his penultimate ear piercings last time he was in town.
It is at this junction that I decide my walking and city touring is over. I am three days behind on my journalling, and it's getting out of hand. Seeing as we'll be going out to dinner tonight, I will keep on failing to update my journal and I made myself a promise. So: I bail and grab the metro M1 and then M4 to our hotel, while Quinn and Marina go shopping for clothes.
At the hotel, I manage to publish [[Monday]({{< ref wk11day1.md >}})], and write [[Tuesday]({{< ref wk11day2.md >}})], and [[Wednesday]({{< ref wk11day1.md >}})]. I've had a lot to write about during my travels in Piacenza, Parma and Milan. I fully catch up also thanks to the fast wifi in this hotel. I have not particularly been blessed with high speed Internet down south of the Alps.
Quinn and Marina arrive at 17:15, just as I am writing my last journal bits and bobs. I also take
some time to read and respond to e-mail, and I help three of four new members at FrysIX along with
their port and IP allocation. I also see that Neil had added some tests to our sFlow plugin, and
this will satisfy the request from the community call last week, at least in part. Adding the first
test is always a bit more work, and adding subsequent test cases is easier.
We've had a lot of pasta this week, so Marina suggests (perhaps to humor me) to find a steak Fiorentina (English: T-Bone), and that's totally great by me. We settle on a place called Hostaria Terza Carbonaia, which is a Tuscan restaurant and I loved it, even though we were the very first people in an otherwise empty place.
Here, we take some starters with a Caprese, a few Bruschetta and Quinn wants his default of Carbonara, while Marina and I share a two-person Steak Fiorentina, which comes pre-carved. The meat is divine and I get lucky as Marina at some point has had her filling, which means I get to continue gnawing at this bone. At some point the waitress stops by and demands that I grab this bone with my hands and chomp at it: "This is the Tuscan way", she exclaims. I love this woman.
After the dinner, Marina suggests washing things down with a Limoncello, and this is the perfect end to a perfect dinner. By the way, we got there at 19:15 and were the first, but we left at 20:50 with a completely packed restaurant. I could see whole families streaming in, one after another, at 19:30, 20:00 and 20:30. Amaing restaurant, with amazing people.
Back at the hotel, which is only two blocks over from the restaurant, we all do our own thing. Marina draws a few Inktober days of her character Babs, Quinn hangs out on Instagram, and I complete my week's backlog by writing the journal entry for [[Thursday]({{< ref wk11day4.md >}})]. I'm finally completely caught up! I should write today, but I'm a bit tired and it's now 23:00 so I turn in for the night.
Pictures of the Day
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