Northern Italy can be a dark, cold and rainy place this time of year - but that hasn't stopped the full capacity crowds from heating up our grand chapiteau with their enthusiastic energy and typical latin-flared spirits... When the sun does shine here in Milan, the city seems to transform itself from the grey and graffiti drenched underworld into a much more interesting and historical gem of a society. Although I haven't met any supermodels or seen anything particularly more fashionable than the ever so common all black urban wear yet, I have eaten more pizza and pasta than ever before and I'm kind of enjoying not having a Starbucks anywhere around... Ciao e tanti auguri!