A Journey Through Time: The Train to Entrevaux

As the train gently pulled away from the historic Gare du Sud, I felt a familiar thrill of anticipation. The Chemin de Fer de Provence, a line steeped in history, was our vessel for the day. Our guide, Matt, was a delightful companion, weaving tales of the past as we journeyed through the southern Alps. The train’s rhythmic clatter was a comforting soundtrack, reminiscent of journeys from my youth, when the world seemed vast and full of promise.

The landscape unfolded like a painting, each scene more breathtaking than the last. The Var River, a shimmering ribbon below, marked the ancient frontier between France and the Italian reign of Savoy. As we approached Entrevaux, the medieval village emerged like a mirage, its castle perched defiantly against the sky. Matt’s stories brought the village to life, each cobblestone whispering secrets of a bygone era.

Our ascent to the citadel was a journey in itself, a path trodden by countless feet over centuries. The climb was invigorating, each step a connection to the past. At the summit, the view was a reward beyond words, a panorama that spoke of history and endurance. As we descended, the promise of a leisurely lunch awaited, a chance to savor the flavors of the region and reflect on the morning’s adventures.

The Allure of Annot: A Hiker’s Paradise

After a satisfying meal, we boarded the train once more, bound for the village of Annot. The journey was a continuation of our exploration, the train a bridge between worlds. Annot welcomed us with its rustic charm, a place where time seemed to stand still. The hike that lay ahead was not for the faint of heart, a challenging trek through a landscape shaped by time and nature.

The path was steep and rocky, a test of endurance and spirit. Yet, each step was a revelation, the rocks and boulders telling stories of ancient forces. The forest, with its centuries-old chestnut trees, was a sanctuary, a place where the air was thick with the scent of earth and leaves. Matt’s guidance was invaluable, his knowledge transforming the hike into a journey of discovery.

As we climbed, the views unfolded in a series of breathtaking vistas, each more stunning than the last. The sense of accomplishment at the summit was profound, a moment to savor and remember. The descent was a time for reflection, the camaraderie of our group a testament to the shared experience. Back in Annot, a local café offered respite, a chance to share stories and laughter over drinks.

The Return to Nice: A Time for Reflection

The train ride back to Nice was a time for quiet reflection, the day’s adventures replaying in my mind like a cherished memory. The gentle sway of the train was soothing, a lullaby that spoke of journeys past and those yet to come. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the landscape was bathed in a golden glow, a fitting end to a day of exploration and discovery.

Back in Nice, the bustling Gare du Sud was a reminder of the city’s vibrant energy, a contrast to the serene beauty of the mountains. Yet, the memories of the day lingered, a tapestry of sights and sounds that would stay with me long after the journey’s end. The Mountain Train experience was more than a day trip; it was a journey through time, a chance to connect with the past and embrace the present.

For those who seek the romance of train travel and the allure of history, this journey is a must. The Mountain Train offers a glimpse into a world where time stands still, a place where the past and present coexist in harmony. I left with a heart full of memories and a promise to return, to once again lose myself in the magic of the mountains.