Dinner in Brera during Fashion Week
The city is in a state of exception, every table is taken, everywhere people who look as though they have an appointment. You meet in the early evening and walk through Brera, past galleries and cobblestones. A courtyard, candles, a table for two. She speaks Italian with the waiter and switches effortlessly back into German. After dinner, a stroll, an aperitif at a bar you linger at because the music is right — and the city suddenly makes far less noise.














