Queue

The Italian Metro system is much better organised than the trains. This made our journey to parkrun easy.

The parkrun course was lovely, despite the short sharp hill, and I felt pretty good for most of it.

After going back to our Milanese gaff, we went for a wander round Milan.

We walked through the local park, where we discovered a 7.24 km run was happening tomorrow – the Run for Inclusion. We thought we might enter.

There’s a castle in the park, so we walked through its grounds. It’s made of red brick. There was some sort of fashion shoot going on, involving lights, cameras, catwalks.

We found Milan cathedral – quite a fancy affair – with a long queue to get in – with a paid-for ticket, of course. I’m not sure Jesus would approve of charging to visit his dad’s house: he threw the money lenders out of the temple back in the day, after all.

We wandered through the crowds in the shrine of capitalism then the temple of capitalism. Karl Marx would not have been a happy bunny. Our thing is not to pay ridiculous amounts to advertise designer labels, so we walked on by.

We went to the obligatory Irish pub for refreshments, after missing it the first time we walked along that street because of being distracted by the ludicrous length of the queue to go in Vogue. The photo shows the queue stretching as far as the eye can see.

There was a statue of Leonardo da Vinci; his The Last Supper is in Milan, so we thought we’d maybe have a look tomorrow afternoon, after the run.

I remembered what Dan Brown wrote Scott the mural in The da Vinci Code. Could it be true?