We marvelled at the glorious Duomo in the central square, the second largest cathedral in Italy after St Peter's in Rome, galloped through as many museums as possible and admired the chic shops and their stylish Milanese clientele. Even the dogs were high fashion with brightly coloured jumpers, coats and matching backpacks.
This would inform people, spark an interest from a young age, and give a scope for creativity that is not currently present, without forcing people to solely study fashion. I am not putting other arts down, I am trying to bring fashion up to a similar position, and it is my belief that, with these changes in attitude and procedure, this is a very real possibility.
Last year, Milan was ranked among the top 25 world cities with the most powerful brands, according to the first Guardian Cities global survey. Its position in the list - above the likes of Tokyo, Berlin, and Beijing, owes much to a sturdy economy, its excellent shopping and fashion offerings and its range of cultural attractions.
After about six months we left the TV studio and were taken out to some swanky restaurant, which was indeed a night club, which was indeed the preferred hang out for yer Milanese footballer. All the women (and there was a LOT of women) looked like Mick Jagger when Mick Jagger looked like an Italian woman (1965-1969!).
I say goodbye to as many people as I can, and head off home. Sitting in my kitchen, the whole fleeting experience of Masterpiece passes through my mind and I try to order and remember how the days have passed. It is both a 100 metre dash and a marathon rolled into one. Once again it is over in a trice having taken a year to create. One slow blink and it is gone.
It's easy to assume that the 'big four' have always held sway, but Milan only really gained international recognition in the 1970s and 1980s thanks to the crop of new designers from that era. Currently Milan is facing criticism for its lack of new talent and its slowness in harnessing the digital age of bloggers and social media.
It is here in Milan, far north in the Bel Paese [Italy, the "beautiful country"], that a cultural pragmatism has attracted those of a more refined musical streak. And it is at Biko, a club not far from the throng of the city centre, that Trio Valore has convened to play to a Milanese crowd intent on devouring live music as would they their mammas' pasta e fagioli. It's a crowd of stylists who want to dance, and they do.
Italy's political situation has been on the radar for quite some time now, and the recent announcement of Silvio Berlusconi's return to politics has not allowed the country to leave the spot light. On a recent trip back to my hometown, Milan, a couple of adverts by the clothing line Piazza Italia caught my eye.
This was the first Milan Fashion Week since the passing of Anna Piaggi, the flamboyant and brilliant Vogue Italia editor who had been a significant presence at the shows (and hitting up the party scene with then-partner-in-crime Karl Lagerfeld) long before the writers, bloggers, models and celebrities in attendance this time around were even born.