This was our second absurdly brief stay in Marco’s apartment, the whole of which is truly a “cabinet of curiosities” (look that up in Wikipedia), full of harmoniously arranged vintage marvels that charm you with the strange beauty of once common objects, like tin lunch boxes and cardboard caps for olive oil bottles. Once again, it was all our own fault that we saw so little of the equally charming Marco himself, because we arrived late, were eager to be off exploring Milan that day, and then departed for the train station horrifically early in the morning. Next time we’ll stay longer!