The morning we left Venice – we packed up early and headed to the Carlo Scarpa museum, designed by a Venetian architect Caroline admires. This set a new tone for my travels: while in Rome, we had stopped by many random churches, but while traveling with just my sister, we spent our spare wanderings researching architectural wonders. I really enjoyed the structure and detail it gave our tourings.
On our way back to the train, we picked up some delicious chocolate panettone (hey mom!) – rich chocolate-y bread with a hard chocolate shell and nutella-y filling.
We took the train to Milan, which quickly became a letdown. We metro-ed out to our hostel, only to find it to be a hook-up joint on the weekends – not quite clean, run-down, loud, cold. We headed back into the city to see the main square and grab a little dinner, then angrily hunkered down for the night. We had depended on the hostel’s wif-fi to find our next hostel, and when it failed us, we really began to worry about what we’d do when we got to avignon the next night.
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