Getting there is just another part of the adventure…
We left our Vancouver apartment bright and early with a lot of travel ahead of us,
first stop a day in Paris to kick off our round trip to Italy, Switzerland and France.
I still love flying…
sure its cramped, there are people wearing tracksuit pants and often babies that scream but I still think its magical, I even love the food, or at least most of it.
First it was a short flight over to Toronto and then onwards to Paris, where we would be taking the Thello night train to Venice.
This time we are flying Air France, an airline I have never flown before, I might have been a little skeptical to start with as I had heard so many mixed reviews but after this first flight I wouldn’t hesitate to fly with them again.
Hello champagne after take off, and then a continuous flow of nice red wine. And bonus points for their cute safety video and nicely designed menus
We hit the ground confused and jet-lagged from our flight to Paris. It was a warm and early spring and the chill of winter lingered in the shade. Managing to find luggage storage by mumbling Anglo-French words at a service man we were then on our way into Paris… in the wrong direction! This was soon corrected by finding another Metro station and wondering through the rabbit warren of underground pathways, eventually we found the old city.
We had some time to kill before we would have to catch the night train to Venice (Simon kept singing “night cheese” at every mention of it). The old town is beautiful and a real joy to get lost in.
Hunger started to get the better of us and even though we knew some of the places would be tourist traps we managed to find a tasty spread from a sandwich/bakery that some locals were flowing in and out of. Needless to say we bought extra pastries and quiche for the night train. The next stop was Espresso then shopping!
The Night Train from Paris to Venice, it sounds so romantic…
We watched the old world fly past our window, slowly fading with the dusk. Small villages drifted past going to sleep, ancient hamlets and castles faded from view.
A knock on the door announced the conductor, a tri-lingual one at that! Some how we managed to score the whole room to ourselves, which was a releif because I couldn’t imagine 6 people squeezed in there with the mini fold down bunks stacked 3 high.
Other than my paranoia of not waking up before we arrived, I slept pretty well while the town’s, cities and mountains rushed past in the dark outside. The train made several stops but these where quite and unannounced, my ears constantly blocking alerted me that we where passing through the mountains, then finally I got up and got ready for the day ahead just before we pulled in at the station in Venice.