Feels almost like home

We flew from Milan to London today, along with a horde (I believe that is the proper collective noun) of British youth returning from their Italian holiday. My heart sunk as they piled in front of us on the plane, but – as I told one of their keepers later – they were surprisingly well-behaved during our two-hour delay for a two hour flight. And then there was the long line through passport control, but finally we arrived in London!!

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Silly us

It seemed like such a good idea at the time. We are here in Milan, less than two hours by train from the new Christo installation, and it seemed meant to be.

The location is a bit out of the way, so the Italian authorities expect only about 400,000 people to come for the 16-day event. Perhaps they were off by one zero. Or maybe it was just that 350,000 of them thought today was the best choice for a visit.  Continue reading