On a glorious Sunday with full sun and temperatures in the sixties, the blog’s Milanese contributor and I ventured, with thousands of our closest friends, to the Duomo — the cathedral of Milan.
Visitors and pigeons swarm there in equal numbers.
They say Rome wasn’t built in a day, well neither was the Duomo. It was started in 1386 and finished when I was six years old.
It’s large (the biggest in Italy); it’s ornate (hundreds of statues adorn it), and it’s heavy (built in marble).
But if your prayers aren’t being answered at the cathedral, you may want to venture next door to the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, stunning in it’s own right and home to the likes of Prada, Versace and Gucci.
There you will find on the tile floor, the Dancing Bull of Turin. (Although I would argue he’s not dancing, he’s writhing in pain.)
For good luck, one simply digs their heels into, well, the bull’s balls, and spins three times, clockwise, without falling.
Good luck for everyone but the bull.
As you’ll see in the slideshow, the poor guy’s family jewels have been ground to smithereens!
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