Hey! This Sunday really got me in my feels… Mercatino di Brera, which is an irresistible, pricey adorable flea market located by Chiesa di San Marco in Brera - the most charming neighborhood in Milan (I’m biased being that I happen to inhabit it).
It happens every third Sunday of the month, therefore the third Sunday of each month is my favorite day ever.
I only have two third Sunday’s left in Milan - I could cry.
In fact, I did cry.
Lucky for you I waited until this voice note ended!
Annyyyywayzzz!
I took some pix, but they’re pretty shitty.
I’m no photographer, which is a shame. Everyone seems to be so good at effortlessly “catching the moment” with their shiny, pocket-sized contraptions that are permanently glued to our hands.
Well, everyone except me.
I swear. My friend and I will legit be standing in the same place, at the same time, marveling the exact same moment, and somehow their photo turns out MOMA-esque, meanwhile mine is giving crumpled-up yard sale flyer vibes. It’s a tragedy, really.
OH WELL. I guess that’s why I pay my friends the big bucks to stick around lol.
(omg ew that was such a dad joke, I think I’m turning into billy.)
WARNING: This next pic is not for the faint of heart…
It’s me, mid-nose bleed, just bleeding my own blood while I type this and send selfies to Billy.
SO if that’s not your thing (which, I can’t imagine why it would be lol) DO NOT KEEP SCROLLING!
However, for those of you who aren’t so squeamish…
Can we just pause and have a moment of appreciation for how gorgeous my blood’s shade of red it?!
Thank you in advance for still subscribing after seeing this pic.
P.S. I’m not a murderer lol. Pinky promise.
xoxo -
Bx
