Tuscan Trains

Rogue Carver on the Loose in Italy

Part 28, Tuscan Trains

The Boy Who Loved Trains. This is the lad who rode the train across England, navigated the London Underground, and arrived at Winchester on his own.

The lad who rode the train unaccompanied across England, and back.

Italian Trains, Tuscany, ItalyI have always loved trains. Some of my earliest memories recall being utterly enthralled by them. Perhaps this fascination was fueled by the sight, sound and smell of the monstrous looking steam engines that still dominated the railway lines and stations of my early youth. Perhaps my keen interest in trains would have dissipated and eroded over the years had I not, at the tender age of eight, embarked on a rail journey that took me virtually the length of England from my home town of Preston, north of Manchester, to Winchester (navigating London’s Underground from Euston to Paddington station en route).  And perhaps the added fact that I undertook this fantastic journey unaccompanied allowed the pure magic of the experience to distill into a love for locomotives, of tracks and stations that bordered upon obsession.

Italian Trains, Tuscany, ItalyFor a variety of reasons trains will always conjure excitement, travel and adventure despite the times when I have found myself climbing aboard a railway carriage merely to commute from one place to another – the railways have never lost the air of excitement and anticipation that comes from riding them. As a teenager my world was turned on its head thanks to the astounding wonder of the month-long Euro-rail passes that carved open the continent and spilled such treasures as Rome, Venice, Paris and a score of exotic places that were previously mere names upon a map.

So it is with a little sadness that tomorrow’s train ride will take me back to Florence, my starting point on this three month Tuscan Adventure, from where I will fly back to my home in Woody Creek, Colorado, to resume my life in a land where, aside from the North Eastern seaboard, plus a few exceptional cities that prove the rule, the passenger train as a viable means of transport is all but extinct.


Italian Trains, Tuscany, Italy

Here then are a sampling of photographs taken over the past three months of my time riding the rails of Tuscany:

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It doesn’t matter how many times I pull into a major European railway station I always feel a tinge of excitement.

But it is the impressive network of regional rail-tracks that I enjoy the most.

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But its not just the major cities that ignite such a reaction, the above photos were taken of my familiar and regular commute for Borgo a Mozzano to Lucca.

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There is a strange sort of dilapidation about the Italian rail network that seems to inconsistently effect the various lines and stations throughout Tuscany. For instance; the old station houses have suffered dramatically different fates with no apparent rhyme nor reason. Often stations just one stop apart will present utterly contrasting pictures – one will be crumbling into oblivion, while the next will be serving coffee and dispensing local tourist information. Its quite perplexing. Back in the seventies, when I was riding these tracks, or track like them, on my ‘Interail’ ticket I remember these buildings at their pristine best, with uniformed staff and not a blade of grass to be seen. I dread to think of what the old station masters would think if they could see them today. It just seems such a waste.

Dilapidation is everywhere I’m afraid to say, with knee high weeds often carpeting the tracks, and ticket machines are more likely than not indisposed to dispense tickets.

But while the trials and tribulations of late or nonexistent trains may prove taxing at times, when things are going good, as they often are, then the travel experience just doesn’t get better than a Regional Italian Train in my opinion.


Take people watching for instance. If there is a more interesting and absorbing place to watch humanity go about its business then I don’t know where that might be. For in a country like Italy just about every creed, color and ethnicity will climb on and off those trains during the course of the day.

Italian Trains, Tuscany, Italy

At one moment the platforms are empty, then a train arrives and suddenly the whole world it seems is milling around on those narrow strips of elevated land.

And if it all gets too much the larger stations even boast a cafe where the most delicious nutritious and outright indulgent snacks can be consumed for what amounts to the loose change in your pocket. Two Euros and ten cents will buy you a stellar cappuccino (if its before noon – don’t disgrace yourself by ordering one once afternoon has arrived) or espresso, and a fresh backed pastry of the highest order.

And finally, if all this doesn’t convince you to ride the rails in Europe on your next visit then consider the fact that the stations themselves are almost universally positioned slap bang in the middle of town. And unlike some countries I could name they seldom seem to create the sort of scary underworld aura that drives normal, ordinary folk to avoid them. Quite the contrary – the streets and neighborhoods surrounding most railway stations I have encountered seem to positively buzz with life brought about by such proximity to so many people from all walks of life coming and going about their business. It actually seems to make the area thrive.


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So that’s it – my little homily on the joy of trains… Italian style. It was a little hurriedly put together but I hope it stirred a notion to ride the rails yourself someday, if you haven’t already.


Italian Trains, Tuscany, Italy