All aboard the inaugural Venice Simplon-Orient-Express from Paris to the Alps
by Damien Gabet
Dec 16, 2023
3 minutes
In the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows there’s a word that matches how I felt when I woke up aboard the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express. ‘Ambedo’, the book states, is a melancholic trance in which one becomes absorbed in vivid sensory details: raindrops on a window; clouds of milk swirling in coffee.
I observed both in my bijou suite while listening to sulky Chet Baker. Sad jazz helped me to tune into the period charisma this train swaddles you in. The carriage around me – all deco brass and glossy marquetry – has hosted a hundred years
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