One time I was travelling from Milan to Bologna Italy on a train. I remember I couldn’t take one of those new high-speed non-stop commuter trains because I had to stop in a small town called Parma. (Yes, that is where the cheese comes from.) So I took a regional train that stops at various towns along the way. These trains are dirty, slow and poorly equipped.
From Milan to Bologna, you cross the Po Valley and the Padana Plain, which is all flat farm land. To the right of the train is the Apennine