
British Pullman takes you from Victoria to Folkestone. Our particular carriage had once been the favourite of the Queen Mother.

The food was exquisite, served with punctilious attention to detail, the waiters dressed like servants to royalty.

In Calais, we picked up the train proper, the Venice-Simplon Orient Express and trundled on to Paris [Orient Express, in that respect, is a little bit of a misnomer]

Evening meal we had to work up an appetite for, after our sumptuous lunch, but a little stroll up and down and the aromas from the kitchen soon whetted our appetites again

Here we are, before tucking into a gorgeous meal, as the countryside and later, Paris, floated by ....

Our carriage is a masterpiece of design. While we were eating the previous evening, it was converted into a sleeping car. Washing facilities are neatly tucked away from view.

Next morning we woke up to a sumptuous breakfast consisting of more buns, cakes and croissants than I care to remember

When the maître d'hôtel asked when we wanted lunch, we had to do some serious calculations. Too early, and we hadn't had time to digest breakfast, too late and it would spoil afternoon tea and cakes .......

The Palazzo Ducale is a magnificent structure reflecting the former power and glory of the Venetian Republic

San Gimignano. Walled towns abound in Tuscany and whereas elsewhere in Europe rather exaggerated claims are made about the existence of such walls, in nearly all cases here they exist in entirety.

San Gimignano is marked by its towers, not in themselves useful structures but mostly a mark of power and wealth