On this trip, every city seems so different. Coming from Nice, Milan has a certain grunginess. I walk into the best bookshop I have ever been in, four levels of every kind of book…a kind of temple of peace. And in that shop was the latest bio of Kurt Cobain…..wasn’t it in Italy where he had his first overdose? Anyway, spent the rest of the afternoon in a Leonardo show…..what can you say? I am obsessed with his landscape backgrounds….the faded distance, the verdant middle-ground.