So we get seated and calm down and begin to enjoy the countryside. The speed was high so I could never capture the cute little villages we passed on my camera. I did get some photos along the way.
|Gare Lyon - not very interesting or pretty|
|Fields of green|
|Fields of mustard seed|
But then ... we were faced with a long flight of steps down from the platform - no escalator, no lift. Well, there had to be a lift because there was a service person taking a man in a wheelchair off to the lift - but he wouldn't allow the man's wife to go with him. Nor would he allow a woman with a baby carriage. This would be totally unacceptable here in the states!
So, here I am pushing the bag ... one step at a time ... almost in tears. And along comes the same young man who swoops my bag away from me and deposits it at the bottom of the flight of steps. He was so definitely my guardian angel that day. I thanked him profusely to which he responded, "No problem. Glad to help." They were American, btw.
So ... lessons learned - lessons we hadn't faced on previous train travel in Europe --
- Only pack enough to be able to lift and carry your own suitcase.
- Always carry cash.
When we arrived at the apartment, I was so exhausted and out-of-sorts that I was thinking, this is it - no more travel for me!
And then I saw this ...
|View from apartment|
And so our experience in Villefranche Sur Mer begins.