South Yorkshire and Greater Manchester will by higher on the list - cheaper day tickets
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As requested (well two people said they'd be interested), I've knocked out a quick summary of a trip to France and Italy from many years ago.
It's been more than a decade since this trip and my memory is a little fuzzy on some things, but it involved a lot of culture that I won't bore you with (too much), including the greatest sculpture I've ever seen, Michelangelo's David - simply stunning.
Anyway, on with the show.
It was back in 2005 when Mrs 13 and I embarked on an ambitious holiday to Italy.
The plan was this: We would start by catching the train to London and having a few hours there before heading over to Paris on the Eurostar and from there a plane to Rome.
We then had a couple of nights planned in Rome before moving on to a campsite near Florence.
After a few days there it was to be back to Paris by train, another couple of nights in the French capital and then home via London.
Dead easy, what could go wrong?
Lots, as it happens.
It turned out to be the best holiday we’ve ever had.
The holiday started in the same way as many an enjoyable move, by driving to Wakefield and leaving the car in the long stay car-park there.
91124 took us to the first of our three capitals and we spent a while visiting some previously unvisited tourist attractions (I can’t remember exactly which ones) before making our way to Waterloo.
This is where things started to go wrong.
First of all, the service that we were booked on was cancelled.
Never mind, we had given ourselves plenty of time and doing the one an hour later shouldn’t present too many problems.
As there were two trainloads of passengers on this service we rushed to get seats and I neglected to note down which 373 we were on.
The ride through Kent was pretty good and the tunnel was tunnel-like.
Once in France the train ground to halt.
After waiting a while there was an announcement – power supply problems meant everything was delayed.
Now we started to get nervous.
Eventually we started to move, but it was painfully slow.
We crawled along and arrived at Gare du Nord very late.
Despite everything, It was still possible to make our flight and so we belted outside to the taxi rank and we were soon on our way.
We explained our situation to the driver and he responded superbly, driving like a maniac through the streets of Paris.
We belted down backstreets, knocking over huge piles of cardboard boxes and causing angry market traders to leap out of our way as various fruits and vegetables were sent flying.
OK, that last sentence was made up, but it really was a scary drive, with us weaving in and out the traffic, ignoring red lights and mounting the pavement on more than one occasions as he cut corners.
I said he responded to our desperate pleas to get us to the airport on time, but it’s just possible he always drives like that
We hit the motorway with twenty minutes to go, we could see planes on a runway in the distance.
We might make it!
Then, I saw the signs that pointed to Charles De Gaul airport.
I looked at the driver and said “Beauvais?”
He looked across at me, shrugged and said “non”.
He dropped us off back at Gare du Nord about an hour later.
It had cost us sixty-five euros to end up back where we started.
Our hotel for the night was in Rome and we were in Paris.
Not an everyday problem.
We made our way over to Gare du Lyon station and enquired about trains to Italy.
It was Saturday evening and we were informed that the sleeper was fully booked but there was a service early Sunday morning and so that’s what we plumped for.
A further problem was that there were only first class seats left on the morning train.
As we actually wanted to spend some time in Rome we had no choice but to go for these.
Given the length of journey, it was probably a good idea anyway.
After purchasing our tickets we now had another issue.
We had nowhere to spend the night.
We began searching the streets of Paris for suitable accommodation.
All the time carrying our luggage, don’t forget.
Eventually we found a back street dive and got the last room they had.
This was on the top floor and required a ride in the most ramshackled lift I have ever had the misfortune to use.
Once in our room we went straight to bed as we were shattered and an early start was required next morning.
When we got into bed it sagged in the middle so badly that we both rolled there.
We were up the next morning before dawn, which did enable me to get a shot of Parisian rooftops in the breaking light.
Probably not the best photo of Paris you've ever seen:
001_The view from our hotel in Paris_11.09.05 by
Ruth Wood, on Flickr
A quick march to Gare du Lyon was followed by several hours on TGV 4502, which we did to Milan where we had to change onto an Italian EMU, which was ETR 500 set 45.
A TGV:
French TGV 4502_2005.09.11_2_Paris by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
Except for the hour or so we spent at Milan whilst we waited for our connection, we spent the whole day on the two trains, reaching Rome well after dark.
Our first order of business was to walk from the station to view the Coliseum, getting a few night shots that I was quite pleased with, before checking into our hotel about thirty hours late (obviously we had phoned and told them we were running a bit behind schedule).
Nocturnal history:
005_The Colosseum_Rome_11.09.05 by
Ruth Wood, on Flickr
Out time in Rome had been substantially reduced but we still had a great day looking around what is probably my favourite city before heading up to Florence on Monday afternoon.
After that our week consisted of visiting numerous places, such as Pisa, by train – often loco hauled with class 464, 646 & 656 all featuring, although I never bothered to actually record them, other than by photograph.
646ers are beasts

:
Italian 646.090_2005.09.14_4_Florence by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
646.090 is dud, we did it from Pisa to Florence.
656ers a pretty good as well:
Italian 656.567_2005.09.14_1_Florence by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
464s, less so:
Italian 464.153_2005.09.12_2_Florence by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
Our return, which went exactly as planned this time, consisted of another ETR 500, this time set 43, from Florence to Milan with TGV 4506 taking us over the Alps and on to Paris.
4506:
French TGV 4506_2005.09.16_Milan by
Phil Wood, on Flickr
We then had a couple of nights in Paris, in a hotel marginally better than the one we spent our first night in, before heading home.
I managed to record the Eurostar we took to Waterloo, it was 373021, obviously with 373022.
We finished off a fabulous holiday with 91121 from Kings Cross to Wakefield.
As I said at the beginning this turned into the best holiday we have ever had, one that’s not been surpassed to this day.
The adventure at the start helped make it, of that there’s no doubt, but the host of wonderful things we saw certainly contributed – Michelangelo’s statue of David being the breath-taking highlight and the Mona Lisa being the biggest disappointment.