Traveling by train through France is like gliding through a living postcard, and that’s exactly how I felt as I journeyed across the country from north to south, stopping in three remarkable cities—Paris, Dijon, and Marseille—each offering its own rhythm, flavor, and charm.
First Stop: Paris, the Timeless Postcard
I began my journey in Paris, a city that never fails to enchant. Even though I had visited before, there’s always something new to discover among its cobbled streets and grand boulevards. I sipped coffee near the Canal Saint-Martin and got wonderfully lost in the halls of the Louvre. Watching the sun set from the Eiffel Tower, with the Seine glowing below, reminded me why this city draws dreamers from around the world.
From Gare de Lyon, I boarded a TGV train headed for Dijon. As the urban sprawl faded into open fields and vineyards, I felt the adventure truly begin.
Dijon: The Flavor of Burgundy
Dijon was a delightful surprise. While it's world-famous for its mustard, I quickly learned the city has much more to offer. The old town is beautifully preserved, with half-timbered houses and quiet streets that invite slow wandering.
I visited the Palace of the Dukes of Burgundy and climbed the Philippe le Bon Tower for a panoramic view of the terracotta rooftops. At dinner, I savored a classic boeuf bourguignon paired with a deep red wine from the region. The food culture here is just as rich as the history, and you can taste it in every dish.
After a couple of relaxing days, it was time to head south. I boarded another train, this time bound for the Mediterranean.
Marseille: Sun, Sea, and Cultural Fusion
Arriving in Marseille was like stepping into another world. The Mediterranean opened up before me, a deep blue backdrop to a city that buzzes with life. It's loud, diverse, and unapologetically raw. The Vieux-Port (Old Port) is the city’s beating heart—fishing boats, fish markets, and cafés lining the water.
I climbed up to the Notre-Dame de la Garde Basilica for a sweeping view of the city, wrapped in sun and sea. It was one of those rare, perfect moments of stillness. Of course, I couldn’t leave without trying bouillabaisse, the traditional fish stew born in this very city. Much like Marseille itself, it’s bold, intense, and deeply rooted in tradition.
Reflections from the Train Window
On the return train ride, watching the French landscape blur by, I reflected on how much this country holds within its borders. Each city, each stop, had its own soul. Paris is elegance and art; Dijon, history and taste; Marseille, sea and soul.
Traveling by train didn’t just get me from one place to another—it let me witness the transitions. The changing landscapes, architecture, and accents were all part of the experience. It was more than a trip—it was a sensory journey through the heart of France.
And I’m already dreaming about my next route.
