This ride from Genoa was the first high speed train where they didn’t come by with coffee or a snack. But they did come by with a packet of hand wipes which lead us to believe coffee would be forthcoming. Not.
Arrived at the huge central station in Milan and this time found a cab right away to take us to the hotel. Well, sort of a hotel. But it was very nice.  They do seem to have a passion for locks here. The building door is kept locked, then another big heavy wooden door on the 2nd floor (really 3rd floor) is kept locked requiring three full key turns to lock or unlocked and lastly the lock on our room door. None of these doors allows you to open them without using the the key on either side. Including the room door, which takes the key to even lock or unlock it.  Seems to me the fire Marshall would have an issue with this. Needless to say we left the key in the door in case we had to exit quickly.
We were very hungry by the time we got settled into our rooms and after walking around a bit settled on the third restaurant to get food.  Turned out it was so good we came back there for dinner and breakfast the next morning.
Thursday my back was complaining so I laid low for the day except for getting a load of laundry done at the local Laundria. Which ended up locking Kathy out of the room. I was so used to staying at apartments it never dawned on me that Scott and Tami couldn’t get her in. They could only get her into the hallway but not into our room as this place wasn’t an apartment like most of our other stops.
That evening we went over to a restaurant the hotel owner recommended. I finally got to have my spaghetti aglio e olio in country! It was delicious and may have even been better than my friend Dino’s recipe as it had bits of chili mixed in. Afterward we had some Gelatto for a shop not far from the hotel.
Today we will head over to the main cathedral in the center of town to check it and the surrounding area. We will probably take the Metro there.
They went over to the Duomo and pretty much got stuck when heading home by a large protest going on that closed most of the streets around there.
Milan wasn’t very impressive to me, it was nice but nothing like the first 5 cities.
The next day we took an Uber over to the train station heading for Chur.  Comfortable Inner city train to Zurich. (3 hrs) then we looked around for a regional train to take us to Chur (pronounced like the beer, Coors, without the letter “S”..    It was a very pretty ride up there, but the real pretty ride would be the following day on the Bernina Express.
