After a long flight, the wheels finally touched down in Milan.
There’s always a quiet moment right after landing — that short pause between where you were and where you’re about to be.
Leaving the airport, the air felt different. Crisp. Slightly dry. European winter light has a certain sharpness to it.
As we moved closer to the center, the rhythm changed. Trams gliding across intersections. People walking with purpose. The architecture becoming more refined, more intentional.
And then — the Duomo.
Even after visiting Milan several times, the first glimpse of the Duomo never feels ordinary. The marble façade catches the light in a way that feels almost unreal. It’s detailed, intricate, and unapologetically dramatic.
The journey from the airport to the Duomo is not just transportation.
It’s a gradual shift in atmosphere — from arrival to immersion.
Milan doesn’t overwhelm you. It unfolds.
And this time, I’m here not just as a visitor, but with purpose.
More to come.
