Something we have lost in the U.S. is the art of train travel. Sure we have Amtrak, but it doesn't hold a candle to the network of railways that crisscross Europe. In creating my itinerary, I opted for the unusual route of taking a train from Nice to Paris. My life for the past two years was filled with flights from city to city, so I decided to take it slow and see more along the way. The French countryside is alluring and in my opinion, best seen from the ground.
The train trip began in Nice, meandering along the coastline to Marseilles and making various stops along the Riviera. It was after leaving Marseille that the train accelerated to full TGV speed toward Paris. The trees, farms, and mountains whipped past my seat at what can only be describes as full steam ahead. The train ride took five hours in total, giving me plenty of time to get absorbed in my new book, The Bone Clocks.
Every once in a while I would glance up from my reading to find a castle or chateau on a hill surrounded by a small village of red roofs and yellow stone or a pasture of sheep. The bucolic landscape was relaxing and the perfect change of pace. The only downside of the train ride? I forgot to pack enough snacks.