The Orient Express

So we finally made it to the train, the reason we came to Venice. It was a fabulous experience. We had read that you get to see the most scenery by going from Venice to Paris rather than the other way around which we did.

Where we checked in.

As walked down to our car we were greeted by these nice men.

This was Stefano who took care of everyone on our car. He was such a pleasant person. I have to say that everyone on the train was friendly, pleasant and helpful.

You go down this corridor to get to the rooms or further on to the restaurant and bar.

Our room.

We had a sink in the room for brushing teeth, etc. The toilet and shower were down the hall.

The table set for lunch in the restaurant car.

This lady, taking photos as we left Venice, had on this hat right out of the 1920’s.She could have been in a English murder mystery. Some people dressed up for lunch, but everyone dressed up for dinner down to evening gowns, diamonds and tuxedos.

The restaurant. Everything was done so beautifully.

A drink in the bar.

The menu for dinner.

What was offered. Note the lamb.

The lamb was from the salt marshes of Mont St Michel. My, it was good. When the chef came by I told him, “This is the best lamb I have ever had in my life!” He autographed my menu for me and when he heard Maurice speaking French he put it the website for his L’Atelier du Renard Argenté in the Châteauneuf-du-Pape region in Provence as well as his phone number. We could be potential clients. His name is Christian Bodiguel and the beautiful website is . Everyone in the kitchen, by the way, was French. The waiters were Italian, and there was a mix of nationalities for the rest of the staff.

I was so stuffed and I guess the chef could tell, so he sent over this sherbert with Poire (pear) liquor on it said to aid digestion.

Afterwards we had a drink in the bar and listened to a pianist which was pleasant.

The train went through Northern Italy, Austria, Switzerland and, while we slept, into France. We woke up about 7 AM, had a small breakfast in our room and, before we knew it, we were in Paris at the Gare de l’Est. It was just an unforgettable experience.