In the piazza stands the world's forth biggest cathedral, the Duomo di Milano. It can't be said that the Duomo has much in common with Maurizio Cattelan's sculpture outside the Milan Stock Exchange, other than the amazing appearance of the stone close-up. The Duomo appears a clean white from the other side of the piazza, but on closer observation becomes an amazing spectrum of red, green, blue and brown tinted stone. Inside we join the mass. Of any church or cathedral I've visited, the clergy here have the most impressive singing voices.
Before I leave for Verona, Michele and I get chatting to a man on the same bench. He turns out to be from Egypt. Our minds both whirr with excitement. In Arabic, we ask him where he's from within Egypt. A town just outside Alexandria. If human lives were scripted, meetings like this would happen. I explain that I'm heading to Alexandria now, that's why I'm waiting for the train. He thinks I'm joking.
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