ABF & I decided to take the Eurostar train from London to Paris for a long weekend (thanks, Royal Wedding, for the long weekend!) I have always wanted to take the Chunnel--and yes, I know you're not supposed to call it the Chunnel, but ChunnelChunnelChunnel, I just did that.
Our train left from London's St. Pancras station around 8am, and we paid the extra 25 dollars/pp for the middle range seats (not economy and not full-luxury). I wasn't sure it would be worth it, but ABF was convinced, and I'm oh-so-glad I listened to him. We nearly had the car to ourselves--only 2 other couples were in there, and they were blissfully quiet. We each had two-seaters, but the cars were so empty that the staff encouraged us to stretch out in the four-seaters. Don't mind if we do!
As we pulled away from the station, breakfast arrived. Did you see that beautiful tray at the top of this post? I was delighted to see: a flaky, buttery croissant (and I love saying KWAH-sahn), multigrain roll, yogurt, orange juice, and dark, delicious coffee. THIS is the way to go.
ABF & I swapped yogurts--he had raspberry and doesn't care for it (it's my favorite!) so I gave him my apricot. Look at that delicate, darling spoon!
This Eurostar ride was one of the highlights of my trip. We'd eat a little, doze a little, nibble a bit more. The staff came by to fill our cups, ask if we needed anything else. When they took our trays, they left behind our coffee cups, which came with these painfully cute doilies, which had an off-center imprint to show where the cup goes. Love.
From start to finish, this ride was bliss. Why would anyone fly to Paris when they can relax on a train and be there in 2 hours? I hope we do it again before ABF moves back from London!!