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.
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 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 Lâ€™Atelier du Renard ArgentÃ© in the ChÃ¢teauneuf-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 http://www.renarda.com . 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.
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.