Milano
Every country has a unique difference.  We have been blessed to have visited many foreign countries in our travels.  Comparing train station people to other places in a country is unfair because of the many visitors from other countries.   But comparing train station people to train station people is acceptable.  Milan seemed to have more than its share of travelers the day we arrived.   It was very crowded, had a taint odor about it and the overall look was dirtier than anywhere we had yet visited.
   Several ladies dressed in scarfs, shawls, and long multicolor dresses, roamed the train station, shuffling ever so slowly, and poking empty cups into the faces of those passing by. Their deep voices were low as they said their well rehearsed line, persistently determined to take "no" for an answer, speaking in what seemed like the Italian language, .
   I learned a long time ago, one solid rule for travelers.  Unless you are talking directly to someone, avoid making eye contact!  You will be less likely to be approached by a Gypsy beggar or a pushy salesman.
   Ron and I sat at a food court table there in the train station, nursing a warm Coca Cola as Debby and Nancy left to find accommodations.  Debby had hoped to connect with the owner of an apartment that she had been working with from Interlaken.  Because of poor Internet she had not completed a transaction, but had given them her credit card numbers before the Internet died.  She hoped to find the same apartment and verify the rental, or not.
  Ron and I sat with our luggage and waited patiently. Milan was the train station where, 4 years ago, a shifty, hippy looking woman tried to get into Debby's backpack, but was thwarted.   So Ron and I were on high alert!       Within the hour Debby and Nancy returned with good news.  The Internet transaction had failed but they were still able to rent the flat for the same price she found on the Internet.
   The two room apartment was spacious,  clean and adequate.  It was only a block from the train station and within easy walking distance with our luggage.  We were on the first floor, which in America is the second floor.
   Our Hop On/Hop Off sightseeing bus was pleasant enough, if you excuse the tiny seats, the faulty earphone radios, and the narrations in English so broken, it sounded like another Italian dialect!  We rode it completely around, (2-1/2 hrs) then wanted to get back on to ride it part way, so as to connect with the Blue Line to see something different.  The ticket checker lady on the bus said we did not have enough time to do the route (it was 3:30) because they quit at 5:30.    The ticket salesman at the news stand told us they work until 7:30, like the brochure said.  No matter how many times Debby tried to explain this to the ticket lady, the more emphatic she was that they quit at 5:30.   We walked back to the news stand and told all this to the salesman.  He was very clear that they quit at 7:30.  Ugh!!  Welcome to Italy!

   By this tine we were hungry but at 3:45, most restaurants were closed.  We managed to find one that was open and sampled their Italian Lasagne with meat sauce.  It was good.
   Back in our apartment,  we relaxed and consoled ourselves of feeling cheated by the Hop On/Hop Off fiasco.  We also made coffee and tried out the mostly useless Internet wifi.  It was not going to allow us to open a Blu-Express Airline check-in for tomorrow's flight to Albania.  All we could do was to check email.
   The next day we packed a light suitcase.  We would be gone two nights to Albania.   We left the rest of our luggage in our rented apartment so we didn't have to risk leaving it in a questionable storage room somewhere.   Also, it was good not having to drag it somewhere else.  We felt like the extra $25/each cost was a small sum to pay for this convenience.
   We caught a bus at the train station that took us to catch our flight.  We returned Monday evening and stopped by a recommended restaurant just down the street.  We all had pasta dishes and water.  It was good.  Looking over our bills we noticed a "cover charge" was added that totaled $14.00.  That, apparently, covers the expense of having us enter, sit and use their napkins.  We've got to watch that small print at the bottom of the last menu page!  Sometimes, DISHES are extra!
   For our last day, we got  up early, and following our morning devotional, we took a taxi to a gorgeous church called the Cathedral of Milan, an awesome structure that opened in 1965, yet one of the Architects was Leonardo da Vinci.
   Apparently a visit to Milano is not complete without a visit to the fashion district...at least that's what Ron and I were told by our wives.
   So that's what we did.