Le Train Bleue

Le Train Bleue

 

 

It is a tradition with my family to stop at the Train Bleue when we leave Paris for Marseille.

I asked Natacha to pick what room she would like to sit in.

Hopefully Le Train Bleue will never change its red leather chairs.

 

 

 

Le Train Bleue

Le Train Bleue

 

 

Our last day in Paris, Natacha heads out tomorrow at the ungodly hour of four in the morning.

I wonder how I am going to drive to the airport… toothpicks come to mind.

 

 

 

Le Train Bleue

 

I had a Chai tea, Natacha had a cheese platter.

 



Comments

9 responses to “Le Train Bleue”

  1. There is something about the quality of the photos that makes it hard to tell which decade you two are walking through. Perhaps it is all the old buildings. Wonderful sites and food, and the perfect traveling companion, who could ask for more… well, maybe more of that cheese and crusty bread.

  2. Thank You…

  3. Amy Kortuem

    Your photos have split my heart wide open with longing for Paris. I love the vintage tone of the photos. It makes that longing timeless.
    Oh my soul…Oh Paris. I hope I get to commune with you again soon.

  4. Veronique Savoye

    Le Train Bleu, Gare de Lyon. A classic. Everytime I see pictures of their magnificent room, I am reminded of a hilarious [seafood-eating] scene in “Mr Bean’s Holiday.”
    http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=mr+bean’s+holiday&mid=43DFF501AD902EAA00B843DFF501AD902EAA00B8&view=detail&FORM=VIRE3

  5. C, N is just darling. Think of this time with her; she will surely never forget. Love the photos, thank you so much, my friend!

  6. What a beautiful photo of Natacha. She’s very fortunate to have had you to show her Paris. I’m taking detailed notes of where you went/what you saw in these posts from Paris since I’m am going to be there next Spring. Love even photo you shared! Thanks for taking us along on your whirlwind visit to The Beautiful City!

  7. Is that an ‘aging’ treatment you give your photos, the so called 60th look or Holga?! In any case, they suit the Train Bleu deliciously!
    I envy you a bit (just a tad…) for having ‘regular’ visits at this spectacular place; I live near Paris and have been only once – BEFORE I lived already in France! It’s one of those über-stylish, lovely, extravagant, delirious places you want to go to much more often but can’t (it’s not exactly cheap but SOOOO worth it!) and only a few months ago a friend told me that every time her had visits from Germany, they finish their time together with a brunch at the Train Bleu! I thought it was THE idea and I plan to go there with my Hero Husband for either one’s birthday (although we were in Switzerland on his and shall again be in Switzerland on mine!) – but at least there’s hope.
    To all of your faithful readers: YES, this is a MUST go place; even if you’re only having tea, you will live through some of your best moments in life. It’s like stepping back into another time, and a better one for once – truly professional and dedicated waiting staff, polite, helpful, multi-lingual, you then can take out your camera and take pictures of the breathtaking wall paintings, you may linger in the different compartments of this restaurant and you will visit one of the best preserved and competent restaurants in Paris, besides being next to the train to take you back to where you came from.
    A very informative page here:
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Train_Bleu
    (I have it printed out for my visitors!)

  8. Veronique; this is truly hilarious….
    I didn’t know about this film! Thank You
    Kiki

  9. Judy B. Texas

    Tried to go to Le Train Bleu while in Paris in 2005; however, my traveling partner, SIL, said she didn’t bring the proper clothes to go to the restaurant. How I wanted to go….wish now that I had pushed the issue or gone by myself. Hope to return to Paris one day and a visit to Le Train Bleu will definitely happen.
    Thanks so much for the pics – Natacha is truly beautiful and that picture she will treasure.

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