Just a day or two into autumn, and I was excited about visiting Milan.

Italy: the art, the history, the philosophy, all the mystique of a mature culture.

What would I learn about life, about the world, about myself?

I learned I don't like Milan.

Come to find out, Milan is all about fashion, not art or philosophy.

If you keep a sharp look out, you can see some classic-looking beautiful stuff, but it's really a lot of work to find any. There's way more style than beauty.

Milan is an old city, but more than "history",
the word "grimy" comes to mind.

The narrow streets toward sunset reminded me of
walking through a wilderness canyon, but smoggy.