When you've spent 20+ hours on planes getting to London, there is something very soothing about the smooth rolling
land-locked speed of the Eurostar train trip to Paris. Very nice. And I wasn't at all uneasy about that twenty-odd minutes spent deep under the English Channel. Perhaps that had something to do with the 4.45am wake-up call and the fact that I was still pretty much asleep.
For anyone who has done the Eurostar, I have two questions:
1. how do you get the water over the bathroom basins to work? (there's ten minutes I won't be getting back.)
2. why are there no seats numbered 19 and 20, or 29 and 30? (or possibly 9 and 10, although I didn't check.)
So, here I am in Paris with ex-Melbournian and now Paris-based writer
Gabrielle Luthy and a well-known tower.
posted by Bronwyn Jameson @ 3:00 PM
