TGV

The Eurostar to Lille was gloriously and ominously empty. We put our good fortune down to the fact that Ali was wearing her lucky pants.

It didn't last though. When we got to Lille railway station the world and his wife and screaming kids all piled onto our TGV and they wailed all the way to Montpellier. I usually love the TGV - numbered seat, no baggage limit and no danger of falling frim the sky. But this wasn't the easiest trip.