I complain ENDLESSLY about the length of time and the amount of effort it takes to get to Rome from Montpellier. But, a confession must be made:
I love every single second of it.
Know why? Because I’m travelling.
I love being dazzled by the real-life movie live streaming past my train window.
I love looking out for my favorite “moments” during the trip, where a stunning landscape is revealed. It makes my heart skip a beat.
I love the small, quick glimpses of lives being lived.
And I love watching people who are travelling.
I love the way the sunlight is diffused under the glass ceiling of the Nice train station.
I used to have a long stopover in Nice, and I’d check my luggage and head to the beach. If the weather was good, I’d rent a chaise longue and do some sun bathing.This is another great thing about train travel: It puts you in the heart of the city, so you can make the most of your time.
But recently I’ve been planning the long stopover in Ventimiglia, across the border in Italy. And I’ve come to love this part most of all. It’s like a decompression chamber between France and Italy. For my next post, I’m going to show you some of the things I love about my quiet, peaceful, stolen afternoons in Ventimiglia.