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Cupcake Couture Milano

I tend to make romances out of Cities, so
when Milan proposes to me in the midst
of a vanilla autumn, I say yes.
I join the runway of the last belles of the
season and become another pair of heels
thats tip lightly to the left and right on
these cobbled ways.
We feed and steal poetry from Milan
while she stands humble and confident
because within her bosom she holds the
colors that melted from Leonardo da
Vinci´s paint brush and she is the
melody of La Dolce Vita.



When the evening makes its entrance
and Milan decides to wraps her night
gown around her body to retired, thats
when the clouds march over the city
and rain spills.
I find myself taking shelter in a delicately
petit shop on the corner of De Amicis.
Christmas lights adorn the jasmine
bushes that arch over the entry, creating
a warm glow.



I step in and am welcomed with the perfume of
warm, baked goods, but before i dare to enter
further I take a slow motioned step back to read
the name of the store i have found.
" Cupcake Couture".
I say, it smells like couture and tastes of Cupcakes.

The Window is decorated as a corner you could
have found once hidden in the palace of
Marie Antonette. Delicate tea cups embrace the
dried petals of velvet roses and elegant cupcakes
made of every shade of pale.
Its as if someone stole a pinch of Paris and placed it
politely within Milan. Never with vanity but pleased
satisfaction to see their beauty in the eyes of their
observers.
The walls are composed with "Mer du nord" and
dress up in 1900 chandeliers that cast shadows of
crystal around the store.

I walk two steps ahead and have reached the tiara of Cupcakes, each dressed with a different
attire, like the muses of a haute couture tailor.
Here the simply beauty is displayed and teases the eye, they speak with a muted eloquent
which i become a light fool for. The icing that falls like the folds of a silk gown on top of each
cake and finished with colorful sugars, pearls and hearts.
I am enamored with the pastries as well as the tale of the three women, that accompany this
shop. The poetry of their dream, the stable desire and passion they had to create and offer
more elegance and beauty to the city they belong to.
I take my Rose cupcake to go and step back into the drizzle of the evening.

No, no longer is the question, `Guess who's coming to dinner` but guess what she's bringing
to dinner.

Writing by Divya Zeiss