The Trenitalia Intercity train made it stop at the Milan Centrale, the 3rd biggest Railway Station in Europe. That title doesnt judge them fairly, since although the biggest is the Rome Termini, you would be astonished about just how huge the Milano Centrale. And unlike the relatively calmer Rome, here its full of energy.
Milano Centrale
Its the city life, an urban-metropolitan with chic peole running around carrying their leather case with Paco Rabbane perfume filled the air. I mean, u know that Milan is the World’s Fashion City, and u could be expected to be welcomed by a huge billboard advertising the new Dolce Gabbana collection.
Our hostel is located around 10 minutes from Duomo, the city centre.
The train journey earlier had sucked my stamina a bit, and I really
love to just lay on the bed after we reached our hostel. But then I
remember watching the Solidas (sale) sign lining up the shops along the
way here..and suddenly i felt revitalised 
The Il Duomo Cathedral. 3rd largest cathedral in the world
I would have to admit my mistake by spending only 2 days in this heaven. The fashion spree aside, what people dont know is that Milan have the 3rd largest Catholic Cathedral, the Il Duomo. While its not as large as the La Sagrada Familia of BArcelona, its nonetheless is still charming. Poor us though, cause at the time of our visit, the facade was closed for construction.
It is here too, lay the most important Christian artwork (or perhaps its the other way around?/) the legendary "The Last Supper" by Leonardo Da Vinci. I swear to God I never knew it was located in Milan !! I thought it must be somewhere in Louvre, or the Vatican..but its here!!!! But my soaring hope diminishes as soon as I learnt that to gain entry, we need to make an online reservation for like….2 weeks before??? Duh, I was still struggling with blackwidow at that time….
OK, enough church,arts, and castles ! LEts go shopping-hopping !! Actually its more like…salivating beside the display case wishing I would have enough cash to spent on one of those Zegna sweater. (of course, without being killed by my dad if I did buy it)
Galleria Vittorio Emmanuale ..Urban legend has it said that all hollywood stars MUST own a lingerie/underwear here to stay atop of the chart..do u believe in that crap??
The fashion district in central milan is located in what they called the "Il Quatro de’ Or
or the Golden Quarter. It composed of the breathtaking Galleria Vittorio Emmanuale, and several other main streets (notes : several others I knew I couldnt afford it, but I do keep enough to buy my mom and dad a generous gift from one of those designer stores item. And it really feel pretty good (if not gayish) walking around the city carrying a paper bag printed "SISLEY" without the "sale" sign imprinted on it
SHOPPING !! SHOPPING!!
And if u thought I am the one who burnt up all my money on clothing and all that,,u’re totally wrong. It ended up in a way that while I walked out of ZARA carrying my 70% off winter coat, Raja actually spent enough to get himself three huges paper bag of Zara items!!! and lets not start with the Krohner and the hip hop district, he must understand now why I undermine his silly Eminem jeans and it relieved me to see him changing from a Fasiona-Non-Grata to the "jock next door" (whatever dat means)
KAKA What???
And there’s the San Siro Stadium. I’m not that interested in AC Milan, since I know at best, Kaka. That morning was so misty and vision level decreased so much that we ended up in some horse stable / polo field insted of the San Siro stadium!! Apparently, here it is called by its real name ..The Stadio Giuseppe Meazza..
that’s why we cant find it in our map Its huge..allright, though SAntiano Barneabau is obviosly larger…but the guided tour sucks big time!!
On our last night in Milan, we had our last Italian dinner in Spizco, the Italian answer for overgrowth of American disgusting McDonalds, tainting the Italian gastronomy. A bite of pizza, a sip of cola, a crowd of beautiful people around..I wished time would just stop, and I didnt have to go back to Moscow tomorrow…we strolled down the Milan main streets for hours, before heading back to our hostel with total silence (it must be that we’re so tired, or maybe someone was recounting how much Euro he left with, as with me, it was due to my regret that I couldnt fit into so many affordable n beautiful clothes I tried on earlier. Next year, I’ll be coming back with a new me-size….uuh..I had this thought last two year in Paris it seems…shit 
The next day, before leaving the Malpensa airport into Aeroflot..before being dragged back to the harsh reality of Russian life, I sniffed up my last air of Milan…
I swear I could still smell the Giorgio Armani perfumes ………
