Today was a day you don’t write home about. We needed to do laundry, but discovered that Italy in general, & Milan in particular, don’t have laundromats or, as they call them, launderia automatica. They mostly have drop off service. We found one on the Internet we considered closer to the hotel than the desk clerk’s recommendation. We loaded the clothes in a suitcase & took off for the “short” .7 mile walk. Two hours later having gotten lost & then finally having found the place, we discovered it boarded & closed for renovation. At that point we hopped a tram & headed to the hotel recommended place. We were lucky an attendant who spoke zero English & was quite bossy was there to sell us tokens & soap. While things washed we ate at a local place, Woodstock 3. Yep. That Woodstock. Dozens of workers came in, ate, & left in what seemed like 10 minute shifts. The waitresses were lightening fast & effecient The portions were huge. We each had a slice of pizza that was @ 12×14″. The crust was devine.
Oh. I forgot to mention that it was raining all day while we were traipsing around. To reward ourselves for both cleanliness and virtue, we bought beautiful, sumptuous pastries, a couple of sandwiches, a bottle of local, & settled in for the night. My dogs were barking & we have an early train for Venice tomorrow.
A pictorial look at our stay in Milan.
Woodstock Cafe sounds very American – especially the part about the large portions!
