There's nothing quite like the thrill of watching a train speed out of a tunnel, flooding your senses with light and air. For many, trains have become the new planes, with 2025 seeing a 7% rise in UK train travel and more Europeans than ever opting for rail journeys.
As I embark on my slow-train journey through the Swiss Alps to Italy, I'm struck by how easy it is – almost disorienting, at times. We drift from one country to another, crossing borders with ease and speed that belies the picturesque scenery unfolding outside. Gone are the sweaty airport security checks; instead, we encounter polite immigration officers who seem more interested in our life choices than scrutinizing our documents.
I set off from London, and before I know it, I'm sipping coffee at a charming station café, feeling like I've hit three countries in less than a day – UK, France, and Switzerland. Outside, the French countryside gives way to Swiss hills, all shrouded in white winter light. The fields seem suspended in mid-freeze, as if bracing for the full impact of spring.
As we roll into Zurich, I catch my first glimpse of the majestic Alpine peaks. This is the thrill of train travel: watching the scenery shift and change with each passing mile. We board one of the historic trains – the IR46 – which takes us on a scenic route through some of Europe's most breathtaking landscapes.
We spend three hours gazing out of the window, watching as the tracks snake their way through the Alps via the famous Gotthard spirals. It's like stepping into an oil painting – vertiginous gorges, frothing rivers, and snow-capped peaks that stretch on forever. We stop for lunch in the charming town of Andermatt, where we indulge in delicious Swiss cuisine and a glass (or two) of Ticino red wine.
As the day wears on, we catch our final glimpse of Italy – clear skies and terracotta-hued towns – before crossing into Switzerland once more. By dusk, we find ourselves at Lake Como, mercifully free from high-season crowds. We take a leisurely stroll around the lake's perimeter, admiring the ornate street lamps and the golden lights that dangle like lost jewels up to the hillside town of Brunate.
The next morning, we pack up our belongings and head back into Turin, one of Italy's underappreciated cities. We're greeted by a vibrant, easygoing student population, united beneath historic porticos that run unbroken for over 18km. We round out our first night with an apéritif at the classic Caffè Università, where the atmosphere is convivial and the pasta dishes are mouth-watering.
The next morning, we're up early to catch the TGV back to Paris. As we drift in and out of sleep, we take one last glimpse of the Italian Alps before plunging back into the blackness of the Channel tunnel. Homebound and heady, we reluctantly leave behind the beauty of Europe's most famous landscapes.
Accommodation was provided by various hotels, each offering unique charm and character – from the charming B&B in Zurich to the luxurious NH Collection in Turin.
As I embark on my slow-train journey through the Swiss Alps to Italy, I'm struck by how easy it is – almost disorienting, at times. We drift from one country to another, crossing borders with ease and speed that belies the picturesque scenery unfolding outside. Gone are the sweaty airport security checks; instead, we encounter polite immigration officers who seem more interested in our life choices than scrutinizing our documents.
I set off from London, and before I know it, I'm sipping coffee at a charming station café, feeling like I've hit three countries in less than a day – UK, France, and Switzerland. Outside, the French countryside gives way to Swiss hills, all shrouded in white winter light. The fields seem suspended in mid-freeze, as if bracing for the full impact of spring.
As we roll into Zurich, I catch my first glimpse of the majestic Alpine peaks. This is the thrill of train travel: watching the scenery shift and change with each passing mile. We board one of the historic trains – the IR46 – which takes us on a scenic route through some of Europe's most breathtaking landscapes.
We spend three hours gazing out of the window, watching as the tracks snake their way through the Alps via the famous Gotthard spirals. It's like stepping into an oil painting – vertiginous gorges, frothing rivers, and snow-capped peaks that stretch on forever. We stop for lunch in the charming town of Andermatt, where we indulge in delicious Swiss cuisine and a glass (or two) of Ticino red wine.
As the day wears on, we catch our final glimpse of Italy – clear skies and terracotta-hued towns – before crossing into Switzerland once more. By dusk, we find ourselves at Lake Como, mercifully free from high-season crowds. We take a leisurely stroll around the lake's perimeter, admiring the ornate street lamps and the golden lights that dangle like lost jewels up to the hillside town of Brunate.
The next morning, we pack up our belongings and head back into Turin, one of Italy's underappreciated cities. We're greeted by a vibrant, easygoing student population, united beneath historic porticos that run unbroken for over 18km. We round out our first night with an apéritif at the classic Caffè Università, where the atmosphere is convivial and the pasta dishes are mouth-watering.
The next morning, we're up early to catch the TGV back to Paris. As we drift in and out of sleep, we take one last glimpse of the Italian Alps before plunging back into the blackness of the Channel tunnel. Homebound and heady, we reluctantly leave behind the beauty of Europe's most famous landscapes.
Accommodation was provided by various hotels, each offering unique charm and character – from the charming B&B in Zurich to the luxurious NH Collection in Turin.