After a couple of hours walking our lunch off around La Ville Lumière
we headed back to the station for part two of Train Day.
There are five different ways to travel on the Thello; we looked at them all, took into consideration other traveller’s stories, and opted for what equated to Fourth Class.
Paris to Venice on a sleeper train with our five favourite people in the world: what better way to start our thirtieth wedding anniversary?!
Now, we hasten to add that this train is ear-marked to receive a massive makeover in the very near future. We also add that it’s back-to-basics amenities at our time of travel have provided us with so many story-telling points,and we would not have had it any other way.
Our guard was attentive to the point of motherliness: You go in here, you stay in here, you lock here and here, you sleep, you toilet at least two with one, goodnight!
Those on the lower bunks suffered slightly from the smell of the toilets we were next door to and the window flapped violently whenever we passed another train (surprisingly often), but we all slept incredibly well. Some even slept through The Goat Herd directing a gentleman bent on getting into our already crowded compartment to go away (let’s just say she’s not at her best when first woken) and the subsequent roars of our Guard. All okay, my Kiwis? All okay, we reassured him sleepily.
It was a train-ride of opposites; both the friendliest and the unfriendliest, the grubbiest and the cleanest, the hottest and the coldest but it was an experience we are very happy to have added.
Go to sleep in France, open a bleary eye in Switzerland, and wake up in Italy.
The best way to celebrate thirty years with my best friend.