Fragments from a honeymoon in progress

Woke this morning back in my own bed ... birdsong outside the bathroom window ... how to portray our week ... impressions of the past week ... wrote only two full pieces while away ... another is brewing ... but first some fragments ... Milan central station and I've seen more black faces already than in the last 5 years in Crete ... people, many ethnic minorities are living at the margins ... city shit ... the train leaving MIlan passes a shanty settlement made of packing cases and polythene sheeting ... beaten looking men huddle beside fires in open drums ... Milan is dirty in an industrial way ... much of the everyday architecture is brutally ugly ... nowhere I would want to live ... mobile fucking phones ... the trains run on time just like in Il Duce's day ... and they are clean ... the sun comes out on the way into Como ... a clearly affluent town ... very pleased with itself ... well tended and scrubbed clean ... the people too ... less thigh ... less buttock ... less bosom too ... a surprising lack of obesity ... fat is not fashionable - clearly ... though the people are ... save for the men ... there is a virus running amok here that disables mens' aesthetic sense - ORANGE corduroy trousers? ... please ... ORANGE ... the lesser infected men affect banana yellow corduroys! .. what is it with corduroy? ... Italy has reignited my fashion fascism ... only Jim Morrison looked good in leather trousers - nobody looks good in orange corduroy trousers ... trust me on that ... seaplanes crossing the sky of the old town make a musical sound and cut the sky with an anachronistic design ... love that sound ... the lake is pretty impressive too ... I tend to go with Huysmans on nature and stuff ... the mediaeval city is where we are to stay ... fascinating and elegant ... the apartment is beautiful ... Italian style courtesy of an inhabitant of SF, Hawaii, and Como but ... but the black country is in her ... peering between closely packed houses in narrow streets - a funicular .. we shall be going up there to look back down on Como ... a hydrofoil rises and glides across the lake ... we have arrived safely ... now for some expeditions .. maybe ... we shall see ...