It doesn't look like Milan

The average Milanese from mid-May to the end of September flees his or her address of residence on weekends, regardless of their social class. There is no way anyone in this city would want to stay and suffer the heat and not let only sun-baked Americans roam around. Hordes of tourists crowd Piazza Duomo but also the Navigli, Brera and even Piazza Duse which before some TikTok went viral was a corner of respite for solitary need. Those few fellow citizens who have no second or third, recognize each other and denounce themselves by trying to reach places that make them feel the freshness and above all the joy of having brought home on Sunday evening a weekend that is not just shopping-laundry-gym-garden for dogs and children.

Among the various possibilities to savor the exotic taste of the suburbs, in addition to Gorgonzola, Cernusco sul Naviglio or Gaggiano, I always recommend Garegnano , which until 1923 was a separate municipality, as well as Lambrate or Morivione, annexed to the metropolitan city of Milan , thus expanding the concept of suburbs and continuity of the concept of hinterland. When you arrive in Garegnano, the first thing that comes to mind is "It doesn't even seem like you're in Milan" because the autonomous layout of a small village is clear, with streets that form a square, a small square, rural buildings and some more elegant villas, but everything ends there in a limited space, satellite places once far from urbanization. On the nearby Viale Certosa, factories stood and the large church, more sheltered, is called Certosa di Garegnano . Built starting in 1349 like its monastery, it was enlarged at the end of the sixteenth century and equipped with large cloisters and guesthouses so that the religious could lead a secluded and safe life. Just as it is sometimes useful to us frenetic Milanese victims of anxiety and weekend fomo.