Wind me up

So the torrential rain in Milan has become a non stop vertical river. On the good side, it's given me a lot of reflection opportunities but I can't share those right now as they're locked in the camera until I get home. And there are always museums and coffee bars.

This fellow is apparently from the C16 and used to have horns and teeth, but still sticks his tongue out and rolls his eyes and makes a rather unfortunate asthmatic noise if you turn his handle... something that is utterly disallowed of course.

I'm still feeling very country mouse and I'm afraid I'll never be a city's boy again, but it's all experience, eh. I wonder if the chickens are missing me...