Le Train Bleu

I joined a friend for lunch the other day at the Train Bleu, a luxurious restaurant found in the train station, Gare de Lyon. Trains from this station head towards the south of France and all of the paintings on the walls are of the various destinations most painted around 1900.




A train ready for departure. Train stations are always freezing cold in the winter as there are high roofs and large openings.

The stairs on either side leading up to le Train Bleu.

The bar. People were pouring in, many with suitcases and you needed a reservation for a table although I think there were some low tables near the bar available. They were turning people away. Most of the clients seemed like businessmen to me.

Just part of the stunning interior.

The view from my table.

If you like rum, the dessert of Baba Rhum is right up your alley. It’s sort of a pound cake which soaks up the rum. I read that it began when the exiled king of Poland was in France. The cake that was to be served for dessert was too dry so they poured rum on it.

I dropped into the nearby CitizenM hotel to look at their fun lobby. It’s a very lively place.

le Train Bleu

I was in the neighborhood of Gare de Lyon and decided to make a quick stop to check out the restaurant there, le Train Bleu, which was originally done in the Belle Epoque style in 1901 but has had a bit of a renovation done.

The station is always packed with people waiting for trains. We used to come here to get a train to Provence when we had a place there.

As I recall, this sign is new.

The interior dining room looked the same.

They left the beautiful paintings on the ceiling.

One change I saw was in the side rooms for drinks or tea with modern furniture and drapery.

The bathrooms had totally been ripped out and replaced. They were beautiful with brass and dark wood. I wonder what happened to it? I hope it was saved. Change isn’t always good.

The lovely stairs going up to the restaurant.

This rather pushy man got on our crowded bus on the way home. I took a photo from behind of his fake leopard skin beret. We eventually got to sit down across from him. There was a girl nearby with the “fashionable” jeans with torn knees and he said to her, “Did you fall?” She looked at him and said, “No. Is that a leopard on your head?” He shut up. Made me laugh.

le Train Bleu

At Gare de Lyon, up above the railroad tracks, is a really wonderful restaurant called le Train Bleu. Entering you find yourself back in time wondering what it was like to sit here in your travel clothes looking at the paintings above, showing the destinations trains traveled to from this train station. And it hasn’t changed. Trains here head south. We used to take the TGV from here to get to Aix. It’s worth it, though, to take the time to look at le Train Bleu or even have a drink if you have the time.

The entrance up the stairs above the tracks.

A look at the action down below.

A hall leading off the main room.

The resident cat. I’ve seen him before, usually asleep on one of the chairs. He was prowling around and I think his sleeping place had been taken.

A look at just one of the many paintings on the wall.

I especially liked this one in a dome with the people looking down at us.