Okay the Mick bit first, since these really have nothing to do with one another.

I was at the Principe di Savoy here in Milan to have a meeting, and I found out that is where the Rolling Stones are staying for their concert tonight. I was first tipped off by the aging and drugged-out hippies that were standing outside the security gates peeking around for a view of any of these octogenarians. While I was inside, I was waiting around the lobby and all the sudden Mick Jagger came out of the elevator. There was a super-tall brunette with him (is that Jerry Hall? Are they still together? Did she dye her hair?).

Anyway, I walked right up to him when he came out and held out my hand.

He looked at me and shook my hand and said, “Hi, I’m Mick.”

I smiled because I thought it was funny that he introduced himself first and I said, “Hi, I’m Trey. I thought you were dead!”

He laughed and said something COMPLETELY unintelligble in British, and walked off with his bodyguards, all of whom were now eying me with a high degree of suspicion.

Okay now for the Duomo part.

From this view, it is not hard to see that this cathedral can hold over 40,000 people.