Plzen: In many parts of Eastern Europe, tram effectively means Tatra. And this is so even at 6am, in the rainy backwaters of today's Czech republic.

Prague: This funicular is disappointingly modern for our liking. They commited similar crimes last year in Bergen, Norway.

Munich: Maximillianstraße is like Bond Street crossed with the King's Road, and a tramride is often all many visitors can afford in these parts.

Milan: The bright orange Peter Witts car you see cross the screen like a fluorescent phantom from an Italian heritage project was actually built in about 1928, and has been bright orange rather than dull green since roughly 1975.

Italians are obviously addicted to style and dress and colour in Italy share a message code all of their own, such that no genuine Anorak could ever be bored in the land where spot-the-bright-orange-public-service-vehicle is a widespread pastime from this maverick European country's head to its toe.

Vienna: Not quite so colourful as it once was for tram fans, but plenty of old(ish) rolling stock still rolling. Click here for our 2003 Vienna tramway movie.

Berlin: Trams run only in East Berlin. They are all yellow, and in echo of the political régime which spawned many of the older examples are standardised, square-looking and crudely modernised. Except for the brand new vehicles, of course, which are as characterless and commonplace in Europe as they are becoming in the States and East Asia amongst other locations.

Rome: And there's another one!

Kraków: Relative paradise for tramspotters of the former Eastern Block. Sure, Tatras are omnipresent as ever all over Kraków's cobbled and atmospheric public transport diorama, but the sweet sound of rumbling Düwags breaks an ex-totalitarian state's spell of conformity and drudgery quite nicely. Okay so it's not Hiroshima, but variety is always a welcome friend.

Prague (again): Now you surely must see what we mean about the Tatras.

Bucharest: Trolleybuses and their two-railed counterparts are frequently found to be falling apart on their axles in Roumania. If you're in the provinces, be sure to take out travel insurance before you buy a ticket!

Paris: No nice, green, open canopied buses left, sadly. And for that matter you'll be waiting all year waiting for an enclosed version to pull up. If you're into these '60s icons of Parisian passenger purveyance, you'll find their shells still running, although only just in far-flung... ...Bucharest!

We decided to give the Seine waterbuses a miss, since we decided they're not really buses at all coz they don't have wheels. The only vaguely interesting bus of the four-wheeled variety we managed to track down was this ex-LT Routemaster. Sad world sometimes!

Venice: What no gondolas? Right. We found Lodekkas.

La Couronne: Nice coastal line with a mixture of new, old, fast and slow rolling stock.

Marseille: Beautiful old station, but shame about building projects outside! Nice trains too.

Rome (again): The local network lines feeding Italy's capital are overrun with carriages which resemble vandalised tins of corned beef on wheels, with their wrappers torn off.

Budapest: Same pale yellow, reliable old friends that were running here in the '60s. Budapest is a sleepy city and trams here also go to bed fairly early, unlike in Prague for example, where Tatras party on through the small hours, emerging even out of the dawn on some routes.

Bucharest: Don't get too excited: most of Bucharest's trams are quite modern and crudely made. Excellent subjects however for amateur scratchbuilding model projects! To see some real trams you're better off heading into the Roumanian provinces, which are jam packed with eclecticism and historical vehicles.