Because sometimes the best way to appreciate Paris… is to escape it for a while.
The TGV hums, your café cools, and suddenly, the city slips away—replaced by lavender hills, medieval echoes, oyster shacks, or wild Atlantic spray. France isn’t just a country—it’s a sensory theatre, and Paris is the stage door. Behind it? The provinces, each with its own tempo, terroir, and touch of magic. And best of all? You can reach them all by train.
The Socialites take you beyond the clichés with five short getaways, each by rail, each radically different, and all made for the culturally curious, aesthetically inclined, and well-packed flâneur.
🌊 1. Sète — The Bohemian Port with a Soul
🚄 Train from Paris: ~3h50 (direct TGV to Sète)
🎭 For: Poets, seafood lovers, art fiends
Often called the “Venice of Languedoc”, Sète is not Venice—and that’s its charm. Canals slice through a fishing town that’s equal parts gritty and poetic, with brass band echoes and the scent of bouillabaisse in the air. You’ll find beaches, a working harbour, the grave of Paul Valéry, and a rising tide of contemporary art galleries and studios.
🖋 Don’t miss: The Musée Paul Valéry, a tarte aux moules, and the annual water-jousting tournaments (yes, really).
🎨 Vibe: Jean Cocteau meets a fisherman with paint on his hands.
🪨 2. Albi — Red Brick Reverie in Occitanie
🚄 Train from Paris: ~5h15 (via Toulouse)
🎨 For: History lovers, slow wanderers, seekers of silence
Toulouse gets the press, but Albi glows in red and rust, its Cathedral of Sainte-Cécile rising like a gothic hallucination. A UNESCO World Heritage Site on the Tarn River, Albi is quiet grandeur, rich with medieval architecture, hidden gardens, and the largest Toulouse-Lautrec museum in the world.
🖋 Don’t miss: Sitting on the banks at dusk with a Gaillac wine in hand
🌅 Vibe: Sacred and strange. Like living inside a fresco.
🌲 3. Mers-les-Bains — Belle Époque Meets Wild Sea
🚄 Train from Paris: ~2h15 (to Le Tréport–Mers station)
🌊 For: Architecture dreamers, sea-air seekers, and faded-glory romantics
On the border of Normandy and Picardy, Mers-les-Bains is a little-known coastal jewel lined with kaleidoscopic Belle Époque villas. Perched above chalk cliffs and often swirled in sea mist, the town feels like a cinematic time capsule, with the tang of salt and memory.
🖋 Don’t miss: The cliffside walk to the lighthouse or collecting vintage postcards at the Sunday market
🎞 Vibe: Wes Anderson in fisherman’s boots.
🎻 4. Besançon — Hidden Classical Capital
🚄 Train from Paris: ~2h30 (direct TGV to Besançon Franche-Comté TGV + shuttle)
🏛 For: Thinkers, musicians, secret city aficionados
Tucked in a crook of the Doubs River and wrapped by Vauban’s iconic citadel, Besançon is a city of refinement hidden in plain sight. The birthplace of Victor Hugo and home to one of France’s best conservatoires, it’s quiet, green, intellectual, and almost tourist-free. Think museums, horology, and serene cafés without a single influencer.
🖋 Don’t miss: The Citadel at dawn, the Museum of Time, and a late-night wine bar beneath 18th-century arches
🪶 Vibe: Voltaire meets slowcore.
🍷 5. Tain-l’Hermitage — The Vineyard by the River
🚄 Train from Paris: ~2h45 (direct to Valence, then TER to Tain-l’Hermitage)
🍇 For: Oenophiles, lovers of terroir, couples with good taste
Tiny, timeless, and wrapped in vines, Tain-l’Hermitage sits across the Rhône from its twin, Tournon-sur-Rhône, creating one of France’s most intoxicating wine havens. This is Syrah country, where the vineyards creep up steep granite slopes and cellars open with a smile. Less polished than Bordeaux, more grounded than Champagne.
🖋 Don’t miss: A hillside walk among vines, and a tasting at Chapoutier
🧴 Bonus: The Valrhona chocolate factory is here too. Wine and cocoa? Yes.
Parting Words from The Socialites:
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France by train isn’t travel—it’s transformation.
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Pack books, linen, and appetite. These towns require taste, not speed.
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Go before they become the next thing—and they will.
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And remember: The TGV back to Paris is the perfect time to write postcards, not check emails.
Because sometimes, to fall in love with Paris again…
you need to leave her—for a weekend.
—The Socialites
