We booked late and Eurostar overbooks, so instead of getting seats in the train we got tip down perches in the luggage vestibule. No pre-trip smoke and no seat. Well, we resolved to make the best of it with a sunny disposition and a plan to loot the suitcases of our beseated fellow passengers.
But before I could pop the lock off the first faux Luis Vuitton case the French conductor asked us to follow him and set a dizzying pace through first class and into an essentially empty, unserviced, but first class carriage.
Formidable.
Tip up seats located conveniently near unattended luggage
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