I had booked first class and thank goodness, the second class TGV looked like an outing to Butlins.
Originating in Brussels, it looked as though the whole of Belgium was going on a package tour. We set off to the other end of the train.
A nice quiet cabin (only two small children) and a calm environment meant that Agnes tucked herself under a seat and went to sleep, at least for the first couple of hours.
We weren’t alone as we had two different neighbours but with my brave attempt at conversation, “j’ai une chienne, Monsieur, pas de problem?!” things seemed to be ok.
Let’s not jinx it, we’ve still got over three hours left to go….