I gasped audibly when I entered my room at the NH Collection Milano President Hotel. The view that greeted me through a wall of glass (and beyond which, to boot, there was a sliver of a cozy terrace) was of a gleaming Duomo, sparkling in the sunshine, its gingerbread spires arching toward for the sun. The vista was so spectacular that had the hotel forgotten to put a bed in my room, it would not have mattered!





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