Slow Journeys: Trains, Boats, and Bikes
Cinders on our sleeves, we leaned from an open carriage as pine scent met coal smoke. Legends of witches swirled around the summit. If you have ridden this line, share seat tips, photo spots, and a warm drink recommendation.
Slow Journeys: Trains, Boats, and Bikes
A riverside path threaded vineyards, Roman traces, and villages painted with geraniums. We picnicked under a linden with creamy Riesling and apricot jam. Would you detour for a cellar tasting, or chase sunset to the next village square?