Vignettes from Verona

Verona is the perfect day-trip destination from Milan. So when there were a couple of free days during the university trip to the SDA Bocconi at Milan, I decided to visit Verona with my friends. There are direct trains to Verona from Milan, and if you plan carefully enough, you can get really cheap tickets. Our Milan-Verona round trip tickets cost just about 25 euros each.

Quaint, charming, picturesque - Verona is one of those typical, story-book European towns with an enchanting old-world feel. And of course, to add to the magic and romance, there is the little detail of Verona being the abode of Romeo and Juliet.

Seemed like a citadel protecting the city in the days of yore

Summer blooms in the park

There is something about Verona and beautiful balconies,
and I haven't seen Juliet's balcony yet

Entrance to the city

Lovely sculpture

Majestic

The spectacular Verona arena - the precursor to Rome's Colosseum

In the streets of Verona, you come across a fascinating mix of architectural styles 
Eager travelers








There it is- Casa di Giulietta!!!




Letters to Juliet

Juliet's balcony

"O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!"

Your heart and mine are locked together forever

Love. Longing. Promises







Another beautiful balcony

And yet another. I'm dubbing Verona the city of balconies


More balconies everyone


Regal splendour


Quaint is the word.
I could sit here with a book all day. Reading and dreaming

But of course!

Open market in the town square, perfect place to pick up memorabilia







Spring is the air

A perfect spring day

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