Travel Italy_Duomo
The plaza was full — umbrellas clustered, footsteps echoed across wet stone.
In front of the Duomo, even the crowd seemed to pause.
The rain turned Milan’s Duomo into something straight out of a dramatic black-and-white movie. I was busy craning my neck, counting marble carvings like they were ancient gossip. With the drizzle tapping my umbrella like it had something urgent to say, I totally forgot to take more pictures. Honestly, it’s one of those places where your camera takes a back seat—because your neck and your brain are too busy going, “Wait… how did they even carve that?!
I stood there longer than I planned, watching the rain trace soft lines down marble walls.
Tomorrow, I’ll be crossing into Switzerland — but today, Milan gave me something still and unforgettable.
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