My own Giro di Legnano (aka the photo-tour-on-bike of Legnano)

Hopefully you like my skewed point of view :D


City Center (where I live):

City Hall


Entering the piazza, church wall (City Hall on the right)




Church. Yea, it's old. Like pretty much everything in Italy. It's actually one of the first octagonal churches in Italy. I want to say it was built around 1300, but I'll have to get back to ya on that one.


An old pharmacy. The inside is even cooler, probably from the 1800s, with skull signs on some of the antique medicine bottles, which, little did those poor people know, pretty much were poison at that time. (I know, I know, next time I'll get some shots of 'em.)


They just redid the piazza last summer apparently. Now there are a few sets of these fluctuating water fountains which babies loves to walk through fully-clothed when their parents aren't looking. That's always fun to watch.




The office of public relations, aka the U.R.P. (pronounced as a word in Italian, not letter for letter, teehee.) I like the medieval architecture above it.


Totally a Juliet balcony, right? *swoon*


Old ass painting of the Palio, which, in short, is a type of medieval knight-horse-lance battle that takes place every year. Siena's is the most famous in Italy. The city gets split into sections called "contrade" and you support the knight/horse assigned to your contrada til the death. Uhm, yea...So, it's like Medieval Times on crack, basically.




Battle of Legnano (see my post on that below.) Here you can see the famous Carroccio.


The most expensive fruit/veggie store in town. Bastards.


Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do..




I like these statues. The plaque says "To the Fallen at/for Work" Ok, that's a bad translation but it basically commemorates all those who have been hurt (physically) and died working, all for the progress of a nation. It's a reminder for solidarity, prevention/safety meausures (not just equipment, but also laws preventing unsafe work environments) for workers all over the country. October 14th was the 57th anniversary for the fallen workers.


Dunno what this is. But there is some kind of museum exhibit inside. Gotta find out.


I also like this weird impaled iron head. No clue who he is or why he's on a stick or why the stick is curved out in such a weird way.


Park in front of Benett, my supermarket!


It's Christmastime at Benett.


I hate Benett.


Ugh.


Although I'm a fan of these type of escalator-walkways, which I have temporarily named walkalators. Bring your shopping cart anywhere! I never take a shopping cart or basket so I just run up and down them in my Chucks in the hopes (and thrill) to not take a nosedive on one. They're slippery.


Instant gas. Chestnuts = fart pills.


Yay for cachi! (That would be "cockey" aka persimmons for all you non-Italophones out there.)


*Rolls eyes*


Bad news bears.


I had to buy two boxes. (I don't own a microwave, and I like it that way.)


A store full of nothing but Christmas shit in the center of the city. Not a good sign.




My favorite store!!! The local vegetarian/health food/beauty/bath/nature medicine shop that actually attached to my house!


See?! :D


My house. I live where those tiny round windows are! Looks like a crawlspace!




This is the Pretura, which is a bunch of offices and a court, I think. Whatever. I call this the Imperial Nazi building.


My street.


On the way to school (I just walk across this parking lot and then across a park.)


Almost there...




Wait for it...


Wait for it.......


The school!


That's what 100 years old looks like.


Someone call a plastic surgeon and order a facelift, pronto. (Don't you love the makeshift parking lot that 90% blocks that street there?)


Inside the school vestibule, a tribute to Mr. Dell'Acqua.


School courtyard.


The vice principal! Yaaayyy! She rules.


Myriad motor/dirtbikes aka death machines and scooters that belong to students.


On the way home.


But is it art?!?


The Sun.


God, stop following me. Stupid Sun.


Nice lil park next to my hizzouse.