Above the train tracks of Gare de Lyon sits one of my favorite places in Paris. Le Train Bleu. It is a tradition of ours to have a drink there when arriving from the south of France.
Le Train Blue has an amazing history. But I like to dream-- That the only train going from Paris to the mediterrianne's blue coastline, is called "The Blue Train" and not PML or TGV.
Both the train and the restaurant take you to an enchanting place to dream.
Once inside you are struck with its fascinating display of art. The entire ceiling is sculpted and romantically painted. Entering Le Train Bleu is like stepping back into the belle epoque.
With its captivating history surrounding you, it is easy to miss your train while waiting inside.
Imagine April in Paris...do you want to meet me for tea?
Photos: Le Train Bleu, Paris.