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photo of the LGV speed indicator

Cue Tony Bennett: Last year, the train trip from Barcelona to Girona took an hour and twenty minutes. Last week, we did it in thirty-seven. Minutes. On a train. At 200 km/h.

I love trains. I’ve ridden Amtrak across the US. I’ve ridden France’s TGV. I’ve appreciated steam, diesel, and electric; streetcars, light rail, and freight. To that list, I can now add the LGV Perpignan–Figueres, a high-speed train the last leg of which – to Girona – was completed a little over two months ago.

interior of the LGVThe train is new. The tracks are new. The tunnels are new. The stations are new. In an earlier post, Louise indicated that the Girona LGV station – completed only a few months ago at a cost of 23 million Euros – still smelled of fresh concrete.

Last week, the LGV was “only” traveling at 200 km/h on its new tracks (it’s designed for 350) and at that speed, it was … well … uneventful. It was smoother than Amtrak at half that speed, as efficient as Martha Stewart, and quiet as a confessional on Saturday night. Which pretty well sums up European high-speed train travel.

In Barcelona, the train station is blooming with posters advertising downtown Paris in a little over five hours. A Parisian weekend! Oh sure, we could fly — and do the airport thing, and sit in a seat built for Danny DeVito, and take cabs to and from the city, and arrive downtown in about, well, five hours. But me, I’d rather look out a big window, watch the European countryside, and maybe bring a little Grey Poupon to spread on my toast points. On a train, nobody cares if you pack a six-ounce jar.