Whilst wandering around looking for photo opportunities the other day, I had a look at an entrance which I had noted before.
I thought it had a little photographic potential and so I took a (not great) snap – the one above. I was going to take a few more shots when I was approached by a young lady, who came out of the door shown above and who politely said ‘We don’t like photographs.’ – in English to me. Upon asking why, in English, I was told ‘For security reasons.’, but she would add no more. So, I did not take any more photos and the large man who also came out of the mysterious door, sort of convinced me not to push it.
I won’t say where this ‘ere door is in Milan in order to protect their, obviously valuable, ‘security’. Why all this secrecy? I’m not sure, but I think the place is something to do with the Italian communist party, so they may be planning a revolution or something, hence the ‘security’ concerns. Anyway, here’s the photo, I shouldn’t have taken:
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
Very odd, is it not. Just call me paparazzo. Not.
You do have to watch it a bit when taking photos because not everyone appreciates your artistic intentions. And in Italy, photographers currently do not enjoy a wonderful reputation as a result of the escapades of a certain Corona, who, allegedly, was blackmailing famous personalities into paying for images, so said images would not reach the press and potentially cause embarrassment. Even Mr B, it would seem, appears to have handed over cash to avoid compromising photos from falling into the wrong hands. Although it has to be said that the photos which Berlusco apparently paid for were not really compromising at all.
I shall have to be a little careful as to where I go sticking my lens. Or else I may find my lens sticking in me.
