Milan, here we are!

We woke up about 7 AM,  the couple who entered at Cologne had a little child to take care off, and to make sure they were awake in time they had set their alarm. It was less than an hour from the Swiss/Italian border to Milan, and as soon as the steward returned the tickets and ID's all of the people who were in our compartment packed their luggage and got waiting at the door to leave the train (which was not yet at Milan Center), so again we had the compartment for the two of us. I packed some raisin buns, yoghurt, fruit, so we had an easy breakfast while the train was still moving.

We arrived 7.50 sharp at Milan Stazione Centrale, and almost immediately walked out of it,m so at 8 AM we were standing at the piazza Duca d'Aosta, but nowhere we could see some sign pointing towards the city center. So we returned into the station again, looking for some tourist information stand, but the only thing we saw were newspaper sellers. Actually, no coffee, no quick snacks, nothing could be found here except those newspaper sellers, who also sold some souvenirs, and a police station as well a station of the carabinieri. So, that was normally armed police and heavy armed police.
We did not need a shower yet, but even that was not available on this station, at least we never saw the facility.
Okay, let's get it straight, maybe there was some of those facilities, but we are quite aware we should not look like we are searching for our way, especially not in big city stations, so we kept on walking like we knew our way around. Ofcourse something might slip your attention. ..
So, without the knowledge of where to go, we got out of the station again, this time on another spot, and here was a taxi stand, some streettrains, and at the side of the station building a small supermarket, we took the opportunity to buy some bottles of water.
Outside was an older man, we asked him where the Duomo was, what direction, (we used our hands and the expression on our faces), and he pointed out we could go by metro, but we rather watned to walk, and how far that would be. Those Italians are master in talking with their hands, and we had not trouble at all in understanding it would take us about 25 minutes. (This man turned out to be an exception on providing information).
So we set off, and about half an hour later we were at the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, the glass covered shopping mall next to Piazza dell Duomo.