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Bambou

Bambou

The Privé Group has ceased operations across all its restaurants in Singapore. Privé started from its early days at Keppel Bay with the upmarket Privé Grill and the casual Privé cafe more than a decade ago and it quickly expanded with multiple brands over the years. One of the more successful local cafe chains in Singapore, Privé had outlets at Marina at Keppel Bay, i12 Katong, Singapore Botanic…

On August 1, I woke up in Venice and hopped on a train to Milan. At this point in the journey, I had been wearing my pants for like 5 days in a row and was just absolutely RIPE. I'm sure I'm the only one who noticed, and I had no choice but make it a full send in Milan, where it was like 86 degrees and I had a 7 mile walk on my agenda. I bought a ticket to the Armani/Silos Prive exhibit for 1230, and I planned to walk there from Milano Centrale. I stashed by bags in a luggage storage center in the train station and walked the 3.5 miles outside of center city to the Amani/Silos museum. Milan is an interesting city. Besides the Duomo, there isn't much to see there, in my opinion, and it's more of a regular living city. Unlike Venice, which feels like it is awash in tourism, Milan feels sort of like NYC to me, it's just a place where people live. The people are quite fashionable, don't get me wrong! But on a Friday in August, mostly people were just going about their daily business while I was sweating into my pants for the 5th day in a row lmao.

The Prive exhibit was really beautiful! The clerk who took my ticket asked me to "please kindly refrain from touching the dresses." I was like, yeah..duh. But when I got to them, you could actually get very close to them and see the beading and threadwork very up close, and I did really want to touch them, so I understood why they felt the need to say that. I especially enjoyed the pink Barbie room, and I loved that purse up above there. I spent about an hour there, then had a croissant and coffee in the cafe. Then it was time to walk back to the train station, grab my luggage, take another train to the MXP airport, and get on a plane to Oslo. In Oslo, I had an airport hotel room where I had a great night of sleep while airing out my pants again (god bless).

August 2, I woke up in Oslo and flew myself right home. Actually, to Newark, where I picked up my car, then waited for Mary who landed like an hour later, and drove us home. I think I was in bed by 730pm!