I love the streets of Milan. Each its own short sweep of Italian life. Of Italian sun. Of Italian style.
No amount of slow-moving Italians keeping me from getting to work on time. No number of motor scooters nudging up behind me on a skinny sidewalk. No asphalt turned syrupy sticky in the August sun. Nothing can keep me from appreciating a walk down a Milan street.
Why bother chasing down the giants if you can't love the small wonders along the way?