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Italia's Fashion City: Milano

Last destination!!!!

We have been to Milan for about 2 hours during our transfer of train from Venice to Lake Como. And the getting lost experience included a lot of Milan's central station.

But now, we are here, for good.

We took our own sweet time taking the ferry out from Bellagio, only coming to know that we missed our train to Milan. The next train was in 2 hours time and we were generating other options to get to Milan as fast as we can.

In the end, we decided to just wait for the train, because we do not want to take the risk and ended up in some where secluded, like we did the last time. Seang went to pack lunch while both of us girls stayed at the station, taking care of the luggages.

Finally, our train came and off we went to Milan Central station, a place very familiar to us by now. Our hotel was easy to find and it was a nice one too. The design of the room was so cute and because of that, I got a little small corner of my own. Looks a bit like jail now.

In the room, we were discussing as what we should do because we were very back of the time from the itinerary I have prepared. So since we were in Milan, it makes very much sense to go shopping! So we did. And got nothing.

But the hotel receptionist gave us some tips on where to go. And one of it being a small little street. We were tired from the waiting and the traveling so all we did was just walking along that street, going into random shops and taking random photos too.


The famous tourist area of Milan would be the Duomo. It's a church/cathedral that has beautiful scenery when you go all the way to the top of the building. Apparently, even the interior of the church is very pretty. We went there for some night shots and ended up feeding lots of mosquitoes.

The whole day, I was wearing this dress I got as a belated birthday gift from the girls and ended up getting many stares. A few got quite friendly to me too. I was so scared if I wore the dress wrongly or something was wrong with the dress. But looking at photos and sister's comments, the dress was a bit sheered at the top even when I wore something inside. So shy.

Anyways, that was really random.

The next day, again, we went to the Duomo, after we checked out of the hotel. You see, this was the only tourist place we could go. I wanted to go see the "Last Supper" but apparently we need to book the entrance tickets 3 months in advanced. So we did not even attempt to go for a look.


We didn't managed to enter the church to see the interior nor go up the building for beautiful views because of our dressing. Showing legs or shoulders are not allowed in the church. Many tourists went on and get scarf but there is no way we can cover our legs with anything! So, sadly, we had to skip the Duomo too.

In the end, as usual, photo taking of the building from the outside, for day-time view.


As Milan was the capital of fashion, of course we would visit the most popular shopping mall, with it's famous glass roof. We went in expensive shops where they have more varieties of stock and bigger compound as compared to any other places I went so far.

By lunch time, we had no where else to go. Our flight was scheduled at 10:05 at night and it was only noon. So, we decided to go some where less interesting, which was The Palace, something I did not find in websites and recommendations during my research.

And now I know why, the place is boring!! And the building isn't even that nice.

So, we didn't stay long there because: 1. there's nothing much we can do. 2. sister was not feeling well. 3. it was freaking hot.

At about 3 p.m., we decided to go to the airport, hoping there would be some shopping to do.

By the time we get on the bus at the central station and reached the airport, it was only 5:30 p.m.

Guess what? Due to the fact that it was a budget flight, we of course would come to a small airport. And, there was no shopping for us to do!

Checking in, settling down for some food, it was only 6:30 p.m. 4 more hours to go and we were already in the gate!

Then, my gastric pain kicked in. So I sat down observing the police checking people's passport because at that time I was still very worried about entering UK again.

And the waiting begun.

Our flight was delayed. And then, not delayed.

The flight before us, which was 5 something in the evening was delayed. And we got on the plane an hour before them. I really pity them so much.

So, Milan was really just a place for us to walk, wait and wait.

But at least I can say, with the Italian's accent, I have been to Milano (imagining their way of speaking English, so funny!)..

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