
Eurostar travel is lovely--the seats are comfortable, the train itself is wicked fast, and there is no "click-clack" as it travels over the rails. Traveling under the Channel is uneventful--it's a long tunnel, very dark, nothing to see, no landmark entry or exit, and over in about 20 minutes.

We got a table with four seats, and read and chatted and listened to music for about two and a quarter hours before arriving at King's Cross station in London, where we switched to a different train for the trip to York.

The northern French countryside was mostly agricultural and not particularly charming. Cris claimed it was "like driving through Wisconsin"--farms, and inevitably a large and unattractive agri-industrial type building.

Still, lovely enough, and a nice break after days of running around--a chance to sit and have the scenery come to us.
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