Sometimes there's a restaurant car, and sometimes...

We're on our way back from our last weekend excursion. This one was to Rimini.

When selling us our tickets, our favorite travel agent failed to get us a reservation on the train. So, we're sitting on the hobo seats, standing up every two minutes to let a refreshment cart or passenger pass by. These hobo seats fold out of the wall, and really do appear to have been designed for hobos. The worst part of the hobo seat is that you must face directly into a windowed compartment full of passengers whose travel agents are competent. Whoever designed the hobo seat definitely had this arrangement in mind when he designed it.

This IC train has no restaurant car, or else we'd be in it, eating Cannelloni all the way to Arezzo.

I suppose travel isn't always comfortable, but it's always interesting.

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