Date of visit – November 2008
Do you watch Hercules Poirot? I ask because I’m writing
about the Orient Express, without the murder. It’s rather like watching moving
wallpaper, but I obviously prefer that to static emulsion as I have sat through
hours and hours of episodes. The inimitable (thankfully) Mr Suchet catching the
criminal with his ‘little grey cells’ and nothing else. The same half dozen
hackneyed French phrases get pulled out for every episode, never more, never
less.
Despite all that, I wanted to go on the Orient Express.
Everyone I know that had been said how wonderful it was, but they should have
used the word ‘opulent’, because that is how it felt, from the moment I stepped
foot in my tiny sleeping compartment until I stepped off in Venice railway
station.
The food was at the luxury end, with lobster, turbot,
steak and truffle oil included on the short menu
Breakfast was even more fun. I woke at around 8 am to the
waiter bringing breakfast to the compartments. I was warm and snug under my
thick white duvet. Paul opened the blind to snow on the ground and on the Alps
outside. The contrast was exquisite. Coffee and croissants served in solid silver
jugs – heavenly.
Don’t say you can’t afford it. Start saving now! Put
together ten pounds and open a savings account.
Today!
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