Bar III

The day didn't start well, the taxi driver I'd booked was clearly a demon, impervious to fear or pain or death.

Milan however was warm and sunny with an aperitif attitude I can happily live with...

We enjoyed prosecco lunch in the Aperol bar overlooking some scaffolding clad church the Duomo. Pre dinner drink drinks (repetition intended) were in the hotel bar, pre dinner drinks in the rooftop bar of the Milan equivalent of Harvey Nicks and then dinner in the mozarella bar next door.

And tomorrow...shopping...