Buongiorno, darlings! It's Emma, your pink tutu-clad friend, reporting live from the beautiful city of Milan. The sun is shining, the gelato is melting in the perfect way (just enough to be drippy but not a puddle!), and the city is buzzing with the excitement of fashion week - but more on that later!
This week has been a whirlwind of tutus, trams, and trattorias. And guess what? I'm officially adding "flamenco dancer" to my resume! Just kidding... sort of. Let me explain.
Before we get to the Flamenco drama, let's rewind to my train journey. Oh, the joys of travelling by train in Italy! It's such a relaxing and picturesque way to get around. You can sit back, watch the world go by, and maybe even have a cheeky Aperol spritz (with a strawberry slice, obviously, it's all about the details!). And while we're on the subject of relaxation, the Italian people seem to have it down to an art form. There's a sense of calm and ease that I'm absolutely loving - even the tram journeys, filled with people commuting to work or a spot of shopping, have a certain laid-back charm. I am obsessed with all the pastel shades and delicate floral patterns on display – truly a feast for the eyes.
Speaking of feasts, we can't forget the food! I'm a firm believer that travel isn't complete without exploring the local cuisine. And trust me, darling, there's nothing like a plate of spaghetti alle vongole washed down with a glass of local white wine to make you feel truly Italian! Even the most casual little cafe here is brimming with character and serves the most divine dishes.
Now, back to that flamenco moment I mentioned earlier. This week's adventure took me to a delightful little cafe-bar. It wasn't your usual cappuccino and croissants kinda place, though. This was the kind of cafe where the air hummed with music, where a smattering of tables filled with regulars sat gossiping in a mix of Italian and English. There was a low-key flamenco session scheduled for later in the evening and I was lucky enough to be there! The fiery music and the passionate dancing captivated the audience – including me, who suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to unleash my inner Spanish dancer. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the glasses of sangria, or possibly the enchanting rhythms – who knows! But for a few minutes, I almost believed I could tango like a seasoned performer.
Thankfully, the flamenco show ended without me having to attempt any moves, and everyone around me applauded with enthusiasm. There was a sense of genuine community spirit that permeated the cafe – it was more than just a place for coffee, it was a little cultural haven where people could gather and experience something beautiful together.
The fashion element is, of course, the pièce de résistance of any trip to Milan. There's something electrifying about being in the heart of the fashion world, witnessing the trends of tomorrow and discovering new designers. And this week's Milan Fashion Week hasn't disappointed. From the street style stars flaunting their own individual looks, to the exquisite haute couture shows, the city is abuzz with a palpable energy, a contagious excitement for all things beautiful and extravagant. I even saw a girl rocking a stunning fuchsia jumpsuit (with a pink tulle scarf – I told you my vision is spreading!), proving that Milanese fashionistas embrace the unexpected, especially with a dash of pink.
I couldn't resist indulging in a little retail therapy myself. My bag now sports a sleek new Italian leather handbag, courtesy of a charming vintage boutique I stumbled upon. It's the perfect size for all my ballet essentials - pink tulle, of course, a touch-up mirror, and maybe a spare pair of pointe shoes just in case I get an impromptu dance-off opportunity (you never know!).
As you can imagine, darling, I am absolutely smitten with this city. Milan is a city where fashion and food collide, where history and culture merge seamlessly, and where the sheer energy of life seems to bounce off every cobbled street and buzzing piazza.
Don't forget, darling, we're here to spread the pink tutu message, to bring a bit of joy and whimsy into the world, and Milan, with its captivating charm and sense of personal style, seems to resonate with that sentiment.
Until next week, stay fabulous, my dears, and don't forget to twirl!
Love,
Emma
Pink Tutu Adventures: What I Loved This Week:
- Tram travel: The iconic yellow trams gliding through the streets, full of people heading to work or maybe to catch a gelato! They are so chic.
- Hidden gems: That cafe with the Flamenco show! It was magical!
- Shopping: Vintage shopping is always fun, especially when you find the perfect handbag.
- Street style: I loved seeing the bold and unique looks around the city. Milanese girls know how to stand out from the crowd.
- Fashion shows: I got a glimpse into the world of haute couture during Milan Fashion Week. The colours, the creativity, the excitement – what a thrill!
- Pink tulle: I spotted a girl wearing fuchsia jumpsuit with a pink tulle scarf. Mission accomplished, darling, mission accomplished!
My Milan Moments in Pictures:
- [Photo 1]: Me and my new vintage bag in a trendy Milanese street.
- [Photo 2]: A little shot of the stunning Milanese cathedral (what a masterpiece!).
- [Photo 3]: The view of Milan from a balcony at sunset, pink sky for pink tutu heaven!
- [Photo 4]: Me taking a delicious cappuccino and enjoying the Italian sunshine.
The pink tutu vision for next week:
This week has been about fashion, flair, and the fabulous. Next week is about finding some new pink ballet shoes. I'm thinking ballet pumps – for the fashion, of course! I have some grand plans for pink tutu and pink ballet pump pairings that will surely turn heads!
Until next week, keep twirling and dream in pink!
