I was a tad hacked off with the hotel screwing up my booking amongst other things (we got rooms, just not the ones I paid for) and decided that the best head clearing exercise was a photoshoot. Off I went into the quiet and the early morning light, wandering through the shops and offices and homes of the Buenos Aires district.

It was a pleasant and diverse district; high end shops, butchers, fishmongers, supermarkets, restaurants, cafes, decent homes. There was a bit more graffiti than I care for, but hey... Italy.

Now, as I said one thing that stood out was how diverse it was... but I still came across something that made me stop. "Il tuo sex shop è qui"; "Your Sex Shop Is Here". My mind then went somewhat like this:
Pause.
Reinitialise Italian comms module, and check translation algorithm for malfunction.
Reboot complete, translation confirmed.
Rotate scanners, zero-niner-zero degrees.
Yup, there it is. It really is there. Right in the middle of all of these residences.

I think I'd rather have a high class pizzeria downstairs. Or a place that makes Milanese risotto. Mmmmm, Milaneeessseee risotttoooo....

Mind you, if you live in Milan you probably get sick of it and develop appetites for other things.

For the rest of the day we headed not here, but up to the Brera district via a few clothing stores, then on to the old palace.

This was, sadly, our last full day in Italia. The following morning I escorted two of our number off to Milano Porto Garibaldi to catch the TGV to Paris, while the other two of us headed north to Zurich via the Bernina Express. With 1160 images taken on that day, it will take me a while to find a couple of representative shots. That, however, is tomorrow's problem