Milan could be summed up by late dinners into the night and conversations with strangers that go on and on. A warmth that eludes me only because of the language, but the warmth still conveys itself through smiles and thumbs-up signs.

You’d have liked the weekend market with L and I and her funny-as pug. The salami and cheese that we kept tasting (and buying!). The gelato and coffee too. Imagine, when you were around, I never loved the taste of coffee. I think my appreciation began only to remember you better.