Optional Experiences

Seine Cruise & Paris Icons

Paris: Where the City Glides By...

Paris was never meant to be rushed.  She was meant to be admired - slowly, gracefully.... from the water.

You board beneath the hush of twilight or the shimmer of golden afternoon and the Seine carries you - effortlessly, like a sigh.

This is not just a river.   It’s a mirror for the soul of Paris.

As the boat glides forward, the city reveals herself - not all at once, but in glances.

Bridges curve like iron lace.   The spires of Notre-Dame reach skyward, proud even in silence.   The Louvre, the Orsay, the Conciergerie - they pass like old friends in conversation.

And then - the Eiffel Tower.

She doesn’t just rise.
She arrives.

Framed by sky, gilded by light, she watches you pass with the calm confidence of a queen who knows you’ve come just to see her.

You sit back and let Paris do what she does best - enchant.

Couples lean close. Laughter floats on the breeze. Cameras click, but nothing can quite capture the feeling of floating through the heart of this eternal city.

On land, Paris dazzles.  But on the water, she breathes.

And you, for one perfect hour, are part of her rhythm.

51 EUR

La Nouvelle Eve Cabaret & Dinner

Paris After Dark, Where Elegance Dances in Blue Velvet

Beneath a canopy of midnight blue, in the shadow of Sacré-Cœur, La Nouvelle Eve waits — intimate, elegant, and pulsing with quiet allure.

For over 125 years, this jewel-box cabaret has lit up Montmartre with a different kind of glamour — one less about spectacle, more about style.
It’s the Paris of velvet curtains and candlelit tables, of whispered secrets and eyes that linger a little too long.

Tonight, you take your seat where the fashion elite have dined and dazzled —
where Dolce & Gabbana, Louboutina nd Vivienne Westwood once raised their glasses beneath the glow of spotlights.
Recently adored by Emily in Paris, La Nouvelle Eve is no secret — but it still feels like one.

An à la carte French dinner sets the tone — refined, indulgent, impossibly Parisian.
The flavours are classic, the presentation flawless, the wine poured as if by instinct. Every bite feels like it was made just for this moment.

And then — the lights shift. The music rises.  The night takes flight.

The French Cancan returns, wild and precise, kicking high into the gilt-edged air.
Dancers blur into colour and rhythm, sequins flash, feathers ripple, and everything sparkles just a little too much — in exactly the right way.

It’s not loud. It’s luminous.
It’s not chaos. It’s curated.
And through it all, the heart of Paris beats — stylish, playful, a little mischievous, always unforgettable.

At La Nouvelle Eve, the night doesn’t just entertain.
It seduces — softly, beautifully, one high-kick at a time.

171 EUR

Mt Pilatus & Lake Cruise

Switzerland: Where the Sky Begins

Some days, the earth feels too small.   So you go higher.

Mount Pilatus doesn’t rise - it unfolds.

You board the steepest cogwheel railway in the world, and with every turn, the mountain seems to breathe.
Past pine forests and wildflower meadows, through tunnels carved from stone and time - the world falls away beneath you.
And then, silence.

At the summit, the view is not just wide - it’s humbling.
The peaks of the Alps roll out like frozen waves.
Clouds drift below you.  It’s not the top of a mountain. It’s the edge of something holy.

But Pilatus has more than one way down.

You descend by cable car - a quiet flight through the open air.
Past cliffs that dare the sky. Over treetops that whisper in the wind.
The mountain lets you go gently, like a story coming to an end.

And then..... water.

A lake as still as glass, stretched wide beneath the watchful eyes of mountains.  

You board the boat. The engine hums.

And Lucerne reveals herself from the water - rooftops, spires, and reflections.

There’s something timeless in this journey.  From stone to sky to shimmering lake - it’s not a tour.   It’s a love letter to the land.

Pilatus doesn’t ask for your attention..... It takes your breath instead.

145.50 EUR

Alpine Village & Carriages 

Switzerland: Where Simplicity Shines

Some places don’t need to impress you.  They only need to welcome you.

Tucked between snow-kissed peaks and green pastures, Engelberg feels like a storybook left open in the sun.
And today, you turn the pages for yourself - slowly, gently, behind the steady rhythm of hoofbeats.

Your carriage rolls through the village like a whisper.  Wooden chalets lean in close, flower boxes spilling colour down timber walls.  Alpine air wraps around you - clean, crisp, touched with the faint scent of hay and pine.

You’re not rushing.  You’re arriving.

But the real heart of the day waits in the barn.

Here, a local Swiss family opens their doors, and with them, their way of life.   You’ll step inside their world - where cows are called by name, where bells ring in the distance, where tradition lives not in museums, but in morning routines.

You taste their pride in every bite:   Cheese made on site, still warm with story.    Chocolate crafted the old way - rich, humble, honest.
Each mouthful says welcome. Each smile says stay.

You won’t find velvet ropes or souvenir shops here.  Just laughter, handshakes, and a view of the Alps that doesn’t ask for anything more than a moment of stillness.

This isn’t a performance.   This is Switzerland - real, rooted and utterly unforgettable.

92 EUR

Piazzas and Fountains

Rome: Where Every Step Is a Story

There are cities that age.

And then there’s Rome - a city that refuses to.

You don’t just see it. You step into it.

The stone under your shoes is worn smooth by emperors, poets and lovers. The air hums with stories that were old before your great-grandparents were born.

The Trevi Fountain roars with the voice of a thousand wishes, its stone figures locked forever in a struggle too grand to freeze. Toss three coins if you like - Rome keeps its promises in its own time.

Then you encounter at the Pantheon, its massive columns standing against time itself, it is the best preserved building on Earth - 2,000 majestic years of existence and its still intact.  The building presses its weight against the sky - a reminder that some things are built not just to last, but to defy.

And between it all - the alleys.

The cracked walls of dripping ivy.

The smell of coffee and old stone.

The lives lived half inside and half outside, where a Vespa might whip past and a Vesuvian laugh might ring out from a balcony above.

You end at Piazza Navona - not a square, but a stage.

The fountains spit and glitter. Painters crowd the corners. Shadows stretch across worn cobblestones.... you feel like you’re part of something ancient and unbroken.  

In Rome, it’s easy to forget yourself.

It’s even easier to find yourself in the echoes.....

50 EUR

Traditional Tyrolean Evening

Innsbruck: A Night of Alpine Joy

Some nights don’t need a spotlight. They shine all on their own.

The room is lined with long wooden tables, the kind that creak with age. Beer glasses clink, laughter ripples across the hall, and the feel of a hearty Austrian hospitality drifts through the air. You sit down, raise your glass, and instantly feel part of something bigger - something timeless.

And then, the music begins.

The first notes of an accordion cut through the chatter, followed by stomping boots and the unmistakable slap of leather breeches. Dancers whirl in colourful costumes, feet kicking high in rhythms that have echoed through these valleys for centuries. You clap along, swept up in the joy, the energy, the pulse of the mountains themselves.

Then comes the yodelling - that pure, soaring call of the Alps that bounces off the rafters and lands right in your soul. It’s not a performance anymore. It’s an invitation. To laugh louder, to sing along... to feel alive.

With every scene that appears - honest and brimming with emotion - and every stein that’s refilled (beer, wine or soft drinks, all included), you’re not just watching Austria. You’re sitting deep in its soul.

This isn’t a tourist show. It’s a living tradition. A night of alpine joy that you’ll never forget.

Raise your glass. The hills still sing - and tonight, they sing for you.

62 EUR