Optional Experiences

Traditional Tyrolean Evening

Innsbruck: A Night of Alpine Joy with Dinner

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 smell of a hearty Austrian dinner 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 plate that arrives — hearty, honest, and full of flavour — and every glass 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.

94 EUR

Gondolas and the Grand Canal

Venice:  The Water Carries More Than Reflections.

There are cities you walk through — and there are cities you glide through like a secret.

Venice is the second kind.

The Grand Canal, the spine of the old republic, still moves with the weight of centuries. Palazzos lean into the water, their marble facades cracked but proud, telling stories of when Venice was the richest, boldest city in Europe — a place that wrote its name across the maps of the world in ink, gold and blood.

And the only way to understand it, really feel it, is from the water.

You board the speedboat, a sleek 1950s dream polished to a high shine, and suddenly you’re no longer just a visitor. You’re living a scene out of a life most people only see in movies. Bond, Clooney, the silent glances of a black-and-white film — it’s all in the air as you slice through the Grand Canal, spray kicking up at your sides, the palaces sliding past like mirages.

For a half-hour, Venice belongs to you.

Then the engine cuts and the rhythm changes.

You step into a gondola — not for the photo, not for the cliché — but to slip quietly into the real veins of the city.

Down back canals so narrow the buildings seem to breathe against your shoulders. Past open windows where music and life leak into the water. Past arches sagging with age, past bridges worn thin by footsteps that stopped counting centuries ago.

Here, Venice drops its mask. No crowds, no noise — just the echo of the oar, the sigh of the water, the sense that if you stayed perfectly still, the past might reach out and touch you.

Later, with free time near St. Mark’s, the night opens up — a different Venice again, one you can wander as a dreamer or a king.

96 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 enter at the Pantheon, its massive columns standing against time itself, it is the best preserved building on Earth, 2,000 majestic years of existence, Dark Ages, World Wars and it's still intact.

Even from the outside, 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

Inside the Colosseum & Roman Feast

Rome: Where Legends Still Breathe

She was the heart of an empire — and she still beats.

You don’t just walk into the Colosseum.   You descend.

Down into stone corridors where the past hasn’t left — only settled.
Where gladiators once waited in the wings of history and emperors watched the stage of life and death unfold beneath a burning sky.

The great arena curves around you like a jawbone and for a moment, it speaks:  of roars, of courage.... of spectacle.
You don’t just visit the Colosseum. You survive it.

But Rome, in her generosity, always softens the edge.

As twilight settles, you leave the echoes of the past behind and step into the warmth of the present — to a hidden gem just steps away: Terme del Colosseo, a Roman restaurant in a cave carved with charm and history of its own.

The night begins with antipasti centro tavola, shared the way Romans share everything — with appetite and affection.

Then come the classics.....

Wine flows freely. Or beer. Or something softer if you desire.
Tiramisù arrives like a final verse — sweet, decadent and softly sung.

And through it all, the music plays. Live. Joyful. Nostalgic.
It dances between tables, rises to the ceiling and wraps itself around your evening like a well-loved story.

This is not just dinner.    This is Rome in full voice — fierce, beautiful and entirely unforgettable.

134 EUR

Dinner in Tuscan Countryside

An enchanting evening under the Tuscan Stars

Twilight settles over the Tuscan hills. You arrive at I Tre Pini, where long tables are arranged beneath ancient pine trees, their branches intertwined with glowing lanterns. Candles flicker alongside baskets of rustic bread and bottles of local Chianti, casting a warm golden glow. The air is rich with the aroma of rosemary, grilled meats, and sun-ripened olives – the essence of authentic Tuscan home cooking. Laughter rings out as toasts are raised; in this charming hillside villa, you instantly feel like part of a big Tuscan family.

The feast unfolds in a joyful parade of regional specialties. Course after course of Tuscan favourites appear:

handmade pastas with rich sauce, farm-fresh vegetables drizzled in golden olive oil and slow-roasted meats infused with herbs. Each dish is paired with a generous pour of wine, and your glass never goes empty.  Under the open sky you savour every bite and sip, surrounded by silhouettes of cypress and olive groves. 

There is no rush here – only the easy pace of Italian dining, where tradition is savoured and time seems to stand still.

As night deepens, music sparkles to life in the gentle breeze. A live ensemble begins to play beloved Italian melodies, their notes dancing among the treetops and stars. An opera singer strolls between tables, serenading you with a timeless aria that raises goosebumps. Soon, you find yourself clapping to the rhythm, some guests even rise to dance, twirling together under the fairy lights and constellations. Joy and warmth overflow in this celebration of la dolce vita – a timeless Tuscan evening filled with great food, flowing wine, and music that stirs your soul under a canopy of stars... weather permittng

80 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

Versailles Palace & Gardens

France: Where Grandeur Was Born

Some places whisper history.  Versailles declares it — in gold, in marble, in every mirror that ever caught a king’s reflection.

You don’t just visit Versailles.  You enter it — through gates gilded like sunlight, into a world where power dressed in velvet and walked in silence across polished floors.

The palace doesn’t apologize for its beauty.....  It overwhelms with it.

Room by room, the walls bloom with frescoes and firelight.
You pass through the Hall of Mirrors, where chandeliers hang like frozen music and your reflection shares space with ghosts of monarchs and ministers.

Every detail is a performance.  Every corridor, a corridor of power.

But beyond the opulence, a different kind of wonder waits — in the Gardens.

They stretch wide and ordered, like a dream drawn in geometry.
Fountains dance in the sun. Groves hide secrets. Sculptures rest in the stillness of centuries.   This is where kings strolled and orchestras once played under open sky.

You walk where Marie Antoinette once wandered, where revolution once stirred just beyond the gates.

And still, it is beautiful.  Still, it is Versailles.

The grandeur isn’t in the gold.  It’s in the audacity — to create something so magnificent, it dares time to try and forget it.

88 EUR

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