White-to-orange
Yesterday I arrived in Milano by train from Paris via Zurich. The view out the window from Eastern France, through Switzerland, was covered in an impenetrable white. Snow covered fields, alps, and pitched-roof chalets dominated all of what I could see out the window. Once the border was eventually crossed into Northern Italy, my eyes had to readjust to bright shades of orange and red. Ochre-coloured houses lined the railway and shone against the beautiful blue of Lake Como. In urban Sesto San Giovanni, red and white striped window awnings and sheets became a ubiquitous sight.
