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Paris to Rome – Day 4

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This is a retrospective account in diary form of a trip I took in 2013, based on memory and my notes from the time. Continued from Paris to Rome – Day 3.

Sunday, 16 June 2013

I stayed till late in the restaurant, almost not wanting to leave. It was quite small, but had great lighting and a small shelf of travel books opposite me. A group of people were sitting at a nearby table and chatting merrily–it looked like they knew the staff in the restaurant quite well. Ah, these locals. 🙂 Eventually, I left just after 10pm and strolled downhill amongst the narrow streets, and eventually reached the marina. There were lots of people out and about now, and it was really lively.

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Paris to Rome – Day 3

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This is a retrospective account in diary form of a trip I took in 2013, based on memory and my notes from the time. Continued from Paris to Rome – Day 2.

Saturday, 15 June 2013

The thing about staying at this place is that there’s no ‘continental breakfast’ to greet you in the morning, like in most European hotels. It’s all down to me to prepare it myself, and of course, I hadn’t done any shopping the night before. The only food I had in the room was a large bottle of water and some biscuits I’d bought in Milan. After having a shower, I left the house hoping to find some café for my new espresso and brioche ritual. 🙂 The thing is, I wanted to find somewhere interesting, not just some dodgy little place on the marina with no character. While I was searching, I saw a sign for the ferry to Portofino. I decided to check it out and found that the boat was leaving in less than half an hour.

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Paris to Rome – Day 2

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This is a retrospective account in diary form of a trip I took in 2013, based on memory and my notes from the time. Continued from Paris to Rome – Day 1.

Friday, 14 June 2013

I tossed and turned all night. I think I slept a little bit, in snatches, but hardly enough to qualify as a good night’s rest. I couldn’t take all my clothes off either, what with others in the compartment. The train kept trembling and roaring through the night.