It’s been a while since I updated my blog. What can I stay? The standard of Big Guys with Small Dogs took a temporary dip. Until I arrived in Milan that is; a world where even the security guard at Hotel Nhow was working ‘a look’.
No sooner had I muttered ‘I’m bound to run into a big guy with a small dog here’ than this apparition appeared before me. He didn’t speak any English. I don’t speak any Italian. But somehow I managed to communicate my deep need to photograph him (a sensation) and his Chihuahua (almost took my arm off). Finalmente!