Hotel de la Ville Monza
Viale Regina Margherita di Savoia 15 Monza, Lombardy, 20052, Italy
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Milan, My First Stop in Italy
... and got up in time to go out for a late dinner and drinks.
I asked the hotel where to go and I ended up in the Navigli District. It’s a cute strip of restaurants and bars with apperativos along a canal. I found a crowded bar with loads of apperativos on the bar. I bellied up to the bar and took in the atmosphere.
The bartenders ...
Paris To Milano
Well this was a bit of an adventure. Firstly, we couldn't catch the train we wanted from Paris to Milano, Italy as it was booked out. So we had to go via Nice, catch a train to Ventimiglia and then another from there to Milano, adding another 6hrs on our journey. We got to Nice at about 8:30 am to find out there was a strike and we had to catch a train to Menton in France, a bus to Ventimiglia and then train to Milano. On the way to Menton we hear all of Italy is shut down. We get ...
Two kinds of Italians
... is the oldest track on the circuit. It is in an huge, old park - so we walked and walked through a forest, watching the people - amazed at where we were and what was going on!! It was the best race experience I have been to, ever! I was introduced again to a co-ed bathroom with a hole in the floor. ... SO FUN! And the stores - Tons of Ferrari and Monza Stuff!!
But once you get in the stands, you had better sit. ...
A Day at the Races
... on and people everywhere. We made our way through the displays and sat for the first supebike race in a stand near the start finish line. Being in Italian the commentary was beyond us except for he name Max Biaggi every few minutes. Yes Max is a star here is "the Roman" and he didn't win but was a respectable 4th and 3rd .The noise was thrilling and the speeds great to see from the ...
Twisty roads, heaven is found
... luck we got to the central station but couldn't work out how to get out. My lugage had already been eyed up a few times so we dare not lave the bikes. The police couldn't help and so we chanced our arm at getting out. Somebody must have been looking down on us that day as we finally saw a sign to Monza, followed it, lost it, found it, lost it and an hr or two later ended up in Monza. The fun didn't stop ...



