Train number 2

Well, here I am on train number 2 - from London to Paris. This journey is completely familiar to me, and yet today there is an unmistakable sense of the unknown on top of my usual warm feelings about arriving in my favorite city. I have a little Eurostar tradition of buying one of their horesdously overpriced and yet strangely satisfying sandwiches,along with a bottle of extremely strong Duvel beer, which is almost impossible to find in the UK, but relatively common on the continent. However, today, in a bold mood, I varied my habit, and went for a little bottle of Bordaux, and some sort of "thai chicken" concoction, ordered in my best French, of course. I like speaking French on the Eurostar - for some reason all the staff are French, and it makes me feel like I've already arrived a little bit. Any how, the meal was, of course, revolting, and yet I still enjoyed every mouthful. I will no doubt also eat another 3 courses at the Zebra de Montmatre when I arrive. Vive la France!