A couple of Thursdays ago, I woke up in Milano to the sound of a soprano practicing an opera aria across the courtyard. I was supposed to have boarded a flight back home the night before…but then I would not have woken up to the sound of a soprano practicing an opera aria across the courtyard. And I would not have had the pleasure of what turned out to be a most perfect Thursday of fashion, art, architecture, lingerie and lasagne (in that order). I thought I’d share my itinerary with you, just in case you ever find yourself in Milano on a Wednesday and need convincing to stay at least one more day.