Hometown, sweet hometown

It seems like several of us are back in our hometowns this weekend, partially because it's Bank Holiday in the UK and US, partially because we're living too close to it (ITA).

So here you get a few pictures to titillate you with what you'd have been able to see if you had come with me.


First of all, flowers. Yes, dear reader. My hometown has one of the largest immigrant commuities in Italy, many of them living in appaling conditions in inner-city collapsing buildings, rented out to them at extorionate prices by ruthless landlors. While these immigrants are explited in factories around the city or funneled in the any type of illigal activity, with virtually no money being spent on supporting their education/integration or accommodating them properly, my lovely hometown (one of the richest per GDP per capita in the world) thinks it's FAR more important to cover the city in lavish monuments to bees' best friends: flowers.

When finding itself with some extra cash, something which apparently happens rather frequently, here's another way it thinks wise to spend it:


No comment necessary.

Thankfully, I am going back to Milan tonight (mind you, its spending habits are even worse, considering the huge social problems it has and the near-absence of resources it pours towards them). I say thankfully because perhaps I'll get a chance to see the Frecciarossa again...



Now I know SOMEONE who might like to see that too...!