The Diary of Evelyn Forrest’s Trip to Palestine
Thursday, May 1, 1930
On the train between Rome and Paris
6:00 a.m. Had to change trains at Milan. The Paris train was certainly crowded. 
I sat on a little seat in the aisle and watched the baggage after the train had started, while Richard hunted seats. Finally, he found two vacant seats in a compartment with an English family, two ladies, who were sisters returning from India with two boys and a girl; it is needless to say they did not give us a cordial welcome. At the border of Switzerland, we had trouble with our baggage—put my travelette off the train without a word. Richard finally succeeded in getting it checked and back on the train in the baggage car. It cost $1.50 for overweight.
It almost spoiled the trip for me; I was so afraid it was going to be lost. Through Switzerland the scenery is beyond description—beautiful green valleys surrounded by snowcapped mountains. There were many tunnels—some short and many long—the longest was twenty minutes. They use electric engines, so we were not troubled with smoke as we were in Italy.
For miles and miles the road runs around the shore of beautiful Lake Geneva. The water is clear and blue and on the opposite side of the lake the mountains lift their snow-covered heads above the clouds. The hills are terraced and covered with grape vines, neatly trimmed and cultivated. At the French border the customs officers came on board to examine baggage.
9:45 a.m. We reached Paris.