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A Journey from London to Paris and Liechtenstein with India in the Heart
Kamlesh Tripathi
We were up at three in the morning on Independence Day. The plan was to catch the famous Eurostar train from St Pancras International Station, London, from where trains depart for Paris and Brussels. Our train, Eurostar 9004, was scheduled to leave at 7:01 am London time.
We left the hotel at 4:30 am, carrying a packed breakfast, and reached the railway station by five. Our coach driver, Barrington, drove us there. The security check was somewhat cumbersome, particularly because of our heavy luggage. After completing the formalities, we were effectively leaving the United Kingdom and entering continental Europe on a Schengen visa. About twenty minutes before departure, our gate number was announced. Our group occupied coaches 12 and 13, after walking past Gate 10.
Soon, the Eurostar pulled out of Platform 10 at St Pancras. Paris, here we come! The journey to Paris took approximately two hours and twenty minutes. We arrived at Paris-Gare-du-Nord at 10:20 am London time. However, according to the Paris clock, it was 11:20 am, since Paris is one hour ahead of London. One interesting aspect of the journey was crossing the English Channel through the Channel Tunnel. The train travelled beneath the Channel for roughly 15 to 16 minutes on its way to France. Our immigration formalities had already been completed at St Pancras before boarding the train.
During the journey, we enjoyed the packed breakfast we had brought from the hotel, accompanied by hot coffee. It was a simple breakfast, but tasted good.
On reaching Paris, our local tour guide, Mr Senthil, an expatriate Indian from Tamil Nadu, welcomed us with a cheerful Vanakkam— Tamil Namaste. Soon, Paris began unfolding before our eyes.
Our city tour took us past Place de la Concorde, the Opera House, and a Greek Orthodox Church displaying rich Greek architectural influences. We also saw the Golden Flame, near the Pont de l’Alma, associated with the tragic death of Princess Diana, and then proceeded to Les Invalides, where Napoleon Bonaparte’s tomb is located.
We stopped for lunch at an Indian restaurant called ‘Welcome India’. After lunch, at around two in the afternoon, we set off for the Eiffel Tower. The place was teeming with tourists. Paris, however, had another surprise in store for us. Everywhere one looked, one encountered reminders of literature and history. The names of Jules Verne, the celebrated author of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, and Victor Hugo, author of Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, appeared on billboards and around public places. It reminded me of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s bust in Baker Street, London, where Sherlock Holmes continues to live in the imagination of millions.
But the real adventure was still ahead. It took us nearly two hours to negotiate the security queues and finally reach the summit of the Eiffel Tower. The aerial view of Paris from the top was simply gorgeous. The summit had earlier been closed, but fortunately it was reopened, and we were lucky enough to obtain tickets.
At the summit, there is even a Champagne bar. We had a drink there while looking down upon the magnificent city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower has three principal visitor levels—the first floor, the second floor and the summit. The elevators and stairs take visitors to the first and second levels. From the second-floor platform, a separate elevator takes visitors to the summit. The descent follows the same sequence.
And then came the moment for which the entire journey seemed to have been waiting. We unfurled the Tiranga at the Eiffel Tower. There we were—Indians in a foreign land, standing before one of the world’s most recognisable monuments, celebrating India’s Independence Day. We sang our National Anthem with pride. The moment was deeply emotional. We were thousands of kilometres away from India, yet for those few minutes India seemed to be right there with us.
We distributed pastries and cakes among fellow tourists and some of the service providers at the Tower. Their smiles and curiosity made the celebration even more memorable. After beholding the Eiffel Tower from above, we embarked on a river cruise on the Seine. The cruise was breathtaking. Paris looked entirely different from the river—its bridges, buildings and monuments forming a moving panorama.
After an hour of free time, we drove towards the heart of Paris and reached the Champs-Élysées, the grand avenue of the city. In its own way, it reminded me of Kartavya Path in New Delhi—a broad, ceremonial avenue representing the character and grandeur of a capital city. We had a photo session there amid the glittering lights. And then, unexpectedly, we returned to the Eiffel Tower. Wow!
It was around eleven at night, and the Eiffel Tower was brilliantly illuminated against the dark Parisian sky. Standing there and looking at the glittering monument, I could not help feeling as though Paris itself was joining us in celebrating India’s Independence Day. The best Independence Day celebration in a foreign land could hardly have been imagined. We finally reached our hotel around midnight.
The 15th of August turned out to be the longest day of our entire tour—from 3 a.m. to midnight, from London to Paris, and from one unforgettable experience to another. It was exhausting, exhilarating and, above all, deeply patriotic.
But that wasn’t all. There was another remarkable connection with 15 August waiting for us. On 20 August, we left Switzerland at around 9:30 am and travelled towards Wattens in Austria, passing through Vaduz, the capital of Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein is one of Europe’s smallest countries, with a population of only around 40,000 people. What fascinated us was that Liechtenstein, too, celebrates its National Day on 15 August.
We took a guided mini-train tour around Vaduz. And then came another delightful surprise. The pre-recorded commentary accompanying the tour was available in Hindi! Of all the languages we could have expected in this tiny European principality, Hindi was the one that made us sit up and smile. It was India, India, all the way.
As Indians travelling through Europe, we felt an unexpected surge of pride. Our national day had found a curious echo in this little country nestled among the Alps.
Looking back, our journey had acquired a beautiful geographical and emotional symmetry: India on 15 August, Paris on 15 August, and Liechtenstein also celebrating its National Day on the same date.
And on the 20th, our European journey became a culinary trinity of its own: Breakfast in Switzerland, Lunch in Liechtenstein, and dinner in Austria.
From London to Paris, from the Eiffel Tower to the Alps, from the Tiranga to Hindi commentary in Liechtenstein, the journey was a reminder that patriotism does not necessarily become weaker when one travels away from home. Sometimes, being far from India makes you feel India even more deeply.
Written and posted by Kamlesh Tripathi
Author, Poet, & Columnist
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