Life had other ideas, however, and we are undeniably City Kids. In what feels to me like the most city-ish of places: Milan. With its frequently dangerous levels of air pollution, insane traffic and almost complete lack of green spaces. Where 99% of the population live in small flats without gardens, many kids have unexplained eye and respiratory problems, and it's always just a bit smelly.
Can you tell I feel guilty about bringing the Bean up here? But this is our life, one that we chose. Plus I have to remind myself that he doesn't really care. He doesn't see things the way I do.
I see an expanse of forbidding concrete, he sees an assault course for his trolley.