The Venice Simplon Orient Express: A Journey Through Time and Timeless Luxury
Agnese La Spisa
Where the Journey Begins
It all begins on the grand platform of Paris, where excitement hangs in the air like the scent of a new perfume. The navy-blue carriages of the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express gleam under the glass canopy, polished to perfection as if the 1920s never really ended. They’ve just been running a little late. Porters in impeccable uniforms glide by with luggage that looks too elegant to be lifted. The conductor greets guests with the kind of smile that says, “Yes, this is going to be good.”
Step aboard, and the modern world immediately dissolves. The scent of mahogany and polished leather mingles with the soft clink of crystal glasses and the faint rustle of silk. Paris slips away. The rhythm of the rails takes over, and you suddenly realize your phone has lost signal, which somehow feels like the best gift of all.
Outside, the French countryside rolls past like a living painting, but inside, time moves differently. The world slows down. Conversation feels easy, laughter feels inevitable, and the journey begins to whisper a secret: the best destinations don’t always need Wi-Fi.

A Living Legend on Rails
The Venice Simplon-Orient-Express isn’t just a train. It’s an icon that refuses to age. Born in the early 1900s, it carried spies, royals, and artists across Europe long before Instagram tried to. Its legend grew with every story told under art deco lamps. Also, every champagne toast made as the Alps drifted by added to its allure.
Through wars and revolutions, its name survived; a whisper of glamour in a world that was always in a hurry. When Belmond revived it, carefully restoring each carriage to its original 1920s glory, it wasn’t about nostalgia. It was about keeping a promise that the art of travel should never lose its sparkle.
Today, to board the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express is to enter a living love letter to craftsmanship and charm. It’s history that moves, quite literally, and somehow makes you feel both like royalty and the star of your own vintage film.
The Golden Age of Travel, Reimagined
Every inch of the train is a masterpiece of devotion to design, to detail, to the delicious idea that travel should always feel special. The carriages, once graced by Europe’s elite, have been lovingly restored. Artisans with more patience than anyone you’ve ever met undertook this task.
Wood marquetry glows with intricate patterns, Lalique glass catches the light like frozen starlight. Velvet upholstery wraps around you like a well-kept secret. The train glides forward with a quiet confidence, rocking gently as mountain valleys and vineyards roll past in slow motion.
Here, time behaves differently. Meals stretch into conversations, silences feel meaningful, and laughter has a way of filling the space between courses. This isn’t travel as you know it. It’s travel reimagined, where the journey itself is the grandest destination of all.

Cabins and Suites: Your Sanctuary on the Rails
Every cabin aboard is a world of its own. In the Historic Cabins, banquettes turn into beds with a magician’s grace. Moreover, the sound of the wheels below becomes the most luxurious lullaby imaginable.
The Suites take things up a notch while blending Art Deco flair with Italian marble and fabrics that practically whisper “touch me.” Bathrooms gleam, and mosaics shimmer. For a moment, you forget that you’re on a train at all, until the countryside slides past your window like a scene directed by Wes Anderson.
And then there are the Grand Suites: opulent hideaways that redefine indulgence. Picture a private dining space, a marble bath, a personal butler, and enough champagne to make Gatsby proud. They’re less “cabins” and more “rolling penthouses.”
But perhaps the boldest statement of all is L’Observatoire by JR, an entire carriage reimagined as a celestial work of art. Think curved walls, secret tearooms, and a freestanding bathtub with a view of the stars. It’s proof that even legends can dream bigger.


Dining Aboard: A Feast for the Senses
Dining here isn’t just a meal. It’s a performance, and every plate has a standing ovation built in. Under the genius of chef Jean Imbert, the menu becomes a love letter to the landscapes rushing by outside. Local ingredients from the route are transformed into haute cuisine that somehow manages to feel both sophisticated and comforting.
Breakfast arrives on a silver tray: buttery pastries and coffee strong enough to restart history. The fruit is so perfect it looks photoshopped. Lunch is a three-course affair that would make any Michelin inspector weak at the knees. In the afternoon, tea and pastries turn the Bar Car into the happiest salon on rails.
When evening falls, the train itself seems to sigh. The chandeliers glow, laughter fills the air, and the pianist begins to play something smooth enough to make time stop. Dinner is pure theatre. Gowns, tuxedos, clinking glasses, and dishes so artful you’ll hesitate before taking the first bite (but don’t worry, you will).
And if you think the night ends there, think again. Midnight brings lobster rolls and truffled sandwiches for those who refuse to go quietly. On this train, even the snacks wear bow ties.


A Journey from Paris to the Amalfi Coast
From May 4 to 7, 2026, the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express will set off on one of its most dazzling adventures yet. A journey from Paris to the Amalfi Coast. Picture it: three days of elegance, cuisine, and coastlines that could make poets weep.
It begins in Paris, of course, with champagne in hand and anticipation bubbling higher than the glass. Lunch rolls by with the French countryside. Tea arrives with pastries so delicate you’ll hesitate to touch them. As night falls, dinner becomes an event. The Bar Car hums with conversation, piano notes drift like smoke, and everyone looks like they’ve stepped out of a dream.
By morning, you wake to Italy. Sunlight, sea air, and espresso that deserves its own applause. After breakfast, guests explore the ruins of Pompeii with rare private access. Then they continue to Ravello, where Belmond’s cliffside jewel, Caruso, awaits. The welcome dinner that night, in a candlelit garden filled with music, laughter, and lemon trees, is the kind of moment you wish you could bottle.
The next day, guests can drift along the Amalfi coast on a private boat to Positano. Alternatively, they can stay behind to paint in Caruso’s gardens, pretending, for a few hours, that they actually live there. The final evening is a gala beneath the stars. It is a celebration of beauty, belonging, and good taste that doesn’t want to end.
And when it finally does, breakfast overlooking the sea serves as the most poetic goodbye imaginable. The end of a journey that somehow feels like a dream you’re still half living in.
Caruso: Ravello’s Crown Jewel
Caruso it’s what happens when heaven decides to have better views. Perched above the Amalfi Coast, this 11th-century palace feels less like a place to stay and more like a secret the gods forgot to keep. Frescoed ceilings, lemon-scented terraces, and an infinity pool that seems to melt into the sky. Every inch is designed to make you sigh audibly.
By day, Caruso hums with serenity. The sound of cicadas, the glint of sunlight on the water, yoga at sunrise if you must. By night, it comes alive with film screenings, live music, and cocktails so well-crafted they practically deserve their own passports. For explorers, Mare by Caruso offers private cruises along the coast, with hidden coves that seem designed specifically for you.
And if you crave absolute privacy, Villa Margherita offers two suites wrapped in gardens, each with its own terrace, marble bath, and butler service that somehow reads your mind before you speak.
A Journey Without Equal
To ride the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express is to star in your own story. It’s not about getting somewhere fast; it’s about remembering that some of life’s greatest luxuries come with motion, music, and a perfectly chilled glass of champagne.
From the first whistle in Paris to the final toast on the Amalfi cliffs, every detail feels choreographed to delight. Indeed, it’s a moving masterpiece that reminds you travel isn’t just about where you go, it’s about how you feel getting there.
And when it’s all over, what stays isn’t just the memory of landscapes or flavors, but a glow that golden, floating feeling of having lived something extraordinary.

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Agnese La Spisa is an Italian creative based in Italy, specializing in publishing and fashion communication. At IRK Magazine, she brings together creativity, research, and design to shape stories with clarity and style. Curious and collaborative, she is driven by a passion for exploring culture, aesthetics, and the narratives that connect people, ideas, and disciplines.
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