Closed for holidays. Three weeks is pretty tame compared to some.
I'll admit it, I've got some major abandonment issues right now.
Even in a big, international, world-famous city like Milan, everything shuts down here over summer. Go into the city centre and yes, a lot of things will be operating as normal, but there are hardly any Italians at all around. They've all scarpered off to the beach or the mountains, or got on a plane and flown off to somewhere hot and sunny. August is the month that Italy closes for its precious holidays. There's a massive religious holiday here on the 15th, known in Italian as Ferragosto. It's almost bigger than Christmas. On the 15th of August the Catholic church celebrates the Assumption of the Virgin Mary. Italians use it as an excuse to barbeque everything they can get their hands on and eat themselves silly.
My neighbourhood is absolutely deserted. This is my fifth year in Italy and it still freaks me out. There's barely any traffic and even less pedestrians. I can't even remember the last time I saw anyone around in my apartment building. Seriously.
I always feel very excluded and left out in August. Everyone I know here's away on holiday, posting photos of the beach or the mountains on Instagram whilst I'm stuck sweating away in the city. The TV's full of repeats and the major national radios have set up camp in seaside resorts (No, really. They get to work at the beach for a month.), so even at home I'm constantly reminded that everyone's away. I try to see the positive side of it, a quieter, more relaxing Milan, but it just makes me feel very lonely.
The countdown to September is on.