After a lovely few days floating around London I am finally on the train to Paris and enjoying a newly acquired playlist courtesy of Bree.
I have been forewarned by Holly that the weather isn't up to much. Other than yesterday, the weather has been pretty rubbish and I had been banking on Paris to step it up a notch but clearly that isn't going to happen or at least not this week. I am not quite sure when and where I am going to get this much desired European tan.
Everything about the eurostar is pretty cool - everything except of course the particularly pungent smell coming from my neighbour. I think it is a combination of not showering, drinking too much alcohol and a lot of sweat. It is really quite foul and all I can do is pray that this train ride is over and done with as quickly as possible. He is with two other friends and they smell too. I think they must have been over for a big drinking session. If I could liken the smell to anything, it would be the carpet in a pub on a Sunday morning after a really big night of footballers celebrating a victory. This guy really has ruined this romantic idea I had of travelling by train to Paris.