You can barely tell that this is on a train — we are in a superb restaurant which happens to have moving scenery. Food and furnishings are all exquisite, service impeccable.
Every detail is a work of art.
At Folkestone, we transfer to a motor-coach to go through the Channel Tunnel to Calais where
is waiting for us.
We are welcomed aboard by our steward, Rupert.
How often do you see a tray of canapés sitting on a piano. How about on a Grand Piano? … on a train!
The train stops frequently, sometimes changing engines, sometimes to load up with fine food and champagne. Late in the evening we stop in Paris for a fag break / leg stretch.