| I wanted to
see if the travelers who paid the $58 fare were subjected to the same level
of torture as those of us in the $137 seats.
Moving forward into the coaches,
our path is blocked by two musicians - one strumming, one singing.
Maybe they were both singing off key. I can't remember. We
turned around and fled the car.
What I didn't know was that
we had glimpsed our future...
Back in our Eurostar-priced
seats, we remained unable to get a drink from the bartender, or any attention
exceeding a dirty look from the car attendant. |
