Optional Experiences

Montparnasse & Seine Cruise

See Paris from the sky… and the water.

We begin with a thrilling ride up Europe’s fastest elevator to the 56th floor of the Montparnasse Tower — and the view will take your breath away. From this unmatched vantage point, the city unfurls before you: the Eiffel Tower rises proudly, the Seine snakes through elegant boulevards, and Paris glows in all its timeless beauty.

Then, we descend to the riverbanks for a serene cruise along the Seine. Glide past the city’s most celebrated landmarks — Notre-Dame, the Louvre, the bridges of romance — as Paris reveals its heart from the water, just as artists and lovers have seen it for centuries.

 It’s the perfect harmony of sky and river, motion and magic — a must-do Paris experience.

52 EUR

Moulin Rouge Cabaret & Dinner

Paris After Dark, Dressed in Feathers and Champagne

Beneath the spinning red windmill in Montmartre, the night hums with expectation. This isn’t just a show — it’s Paris letting down her hair, casting off the day’s refinement and slipping into sequins.

The Moulin Rouge is legend wrapped in velvet. For over a century, it’s been the city’s beating heart after dark — where dancers defy gravity, costumes defy imagination, and champagne flows like applause.

You’ll dine beneath chandeliers on classic French cuisine — rich, indulgent, every bite a reminder that this is a city where pleasure is an art form. Your glass is never empty, your senses never still.

Then, as the lights dim and the curtain lifts, the room transforms. Feathers, sparkles, bare skin and bold color whirl past in a flurry of high-kicks and heartbeats. The “Féerie” revue unfolds — dazzling, outrageous, and unapologetically Parisian.

But the real magic isn’t just onstage. It’s in the atmosphere — electric, a little forbidden, steeped in the ghosts of bohemians, poets, and dreamers who once called this quartier home.

At the Moulin Rouge, Paris doesn’t whisper — she roars, laughs, and dances until the last note fades into the night.

It’s elegance with an edge. A little wild. A little wicked. Utterly unforgettable.

€215

Mount Stanserhorn
Switzerland: Where Innovation Meets Eternity

Some journeys move you forward.
This one lifts you — gently, silently — into the sky.

Stans. A quiet village at the foot of something extraordinary.

From here, history and innovation join hands.
You board one of Switzerland’s oldest funicular railways, its wooden carriages climbing steadily through rolling meadows and evergreen woods.

At the halfway mark, the future takes over.

The world’s first open-top Cabrio cable car awaits — glass-sided, double-decked, and unlike anything else.
Step onto the rooftop deck and feel the wind in your hair as you glide toward the sky. No walls. No barriers. Just air, light, and a view that opens like a secret.

At 1,900 metres, Mount Stanserhorn welcomes you with silence — the kind only altitude can offer.
The Alps stretch out like a painting too grand to frame.
You breathe a little deeper.
You stay a little longer.

There’s time to explore, time to pause, time to stand still and simply look.

This isn’t just a mountain visit.
It’s Swisstainable — a perfect balance of nature and progress, tradition and possibility.

And all the while, the land asks nothing of you.
Except that you remember how it made you feel.

88 CHF

Gondolas and the Grand Canal

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 carve 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.

93 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 favorites 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

savor 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 savored 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

78 EUR

Michelangelo's 'David' & Accademia

Stone That Breathes.

There are masterpieces you look at — and there are masterpieces that look back at you.
Florence is the latter.
And in the heart of it, behind quiet stone and modest walls, stands one of the most arresting encounters in all of Europe: Michelangelo’s David.

The Accademia doesn’t shout. It whispers. You enter not with fanfare, but through a hushed corridor where even footsteps seem to lower their voice. And yet, there’s a pull — invisible, magnetic — drawing you forward. Past unfinished giants, Michelangelo’s Prisoners caught forever between block and becoming, muscles straining against stone like thoughts trying to form.

Then you see him.

At the end of the hall, beneath a soft dome of light, David waits.
Not the boy with the slingshot you think you know.
But a colossus of tension and calm, of perfect anatomy and defiant stillness.
Nerves alive under marble skin. Veins like whispers. A gaze that sees beyond Goliath, beyond fear, beyond time.

You don’t just look at David. You orbit him.
Step by slow step, the sculpture shifts — from heroic to human, from monument to miracle. Every angle holds another revelation. The curve of the spine, the twist of the neck, the concentration in the brow. You begin to understand why Michelangelo didn’t carve marble. He released it.

And for a moment, Florence belongs to you.

Later, you exit into the sunlight of Via Ricasoli — blinking, quiet, changed.
The city hums around you. Gelaterias and bicycles and church bells marking the hour.
But you carry something now.
A stillness. A grandeur. A reminder that once, in a quiet room in Florence, you stood in the presence of something eternal.

62 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 a coin if you like — Rome keeps its promises in its own time.

You pause at the Pantheon, its massive columns standing against time itself, the open eye of its dome visible through the archways.

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 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 can sit here, if you like, order a glass of wine, and pretend you’re nobody at all. Or that 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.

49 EUR

Inside the Colosseum & Roman Dinner

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 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:
Pasta alla Carbonara — creamy, bold, and impossibly Roman.
Amatriciana — rich with tomato, guanciale, and just enough fire to remember it by.

Wine flows freely. Or beer. Or something softer, if you wish.
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.

126 EUR