So I have been meeting with some lovely women from the MBA every quarter for the past year – so I suppose this was our AGM in fact – a stupid MBA joke I am sure.
And with each weekend we have caught up with each other over coffee, shoes and generally vast amounts of food, occasionally with a pedicure. 
Milan was no different, from Paris, Amsterdam or Barcelona. Lovely fun, good chats. Things have changed over the last year – some are pregnant, some have landed dream jobs, in dream cities, some had the dream job and still love it. Then there is me who seems to have no real clue but with things turning out okay anyway. Lucky!
One of the girls is a Milanese girl – so it was lovely to see her home town. It is an odd city. Lots of grunge, graffiti and lovely shops, great gelato and pasta of course. All quite contradictory and not at all like the other major Italian city’s. It all seemed very workable. Well except for the rather crazy parking. I mean people just seem to stop at any old angle, take the key out of the ignition and call the car parked!
The only sacrifice to tourism was the trip up the very spiky Duomo. You can go right up onto the roof which is made of Marble – impressive! And the view is quite spectacular as the sun sets across the skyline.
So I had a lovely weekend with the girls.
