Sunday, 27 September 2009
Here stands your correspondent, having just extended his perfectly shod feet on to a Parisian platform, courtesy of Edwardian Eurostar. An impeccably gloved hand raises his hat in salute to the City of Light. The arched eyebrows and a certain quiver in the tips of the moustache indicative of the intense powers of observation that distinguish the true flâneur. Note the hand stitching on the custom-made laptop bag and the magnificent lapels on the overcoat. It’s the perfect image of a man of distinction from the great Age of Steam anticipating all the illicit pleasures of city life. It’s just after 4pm and time to find the Salon de Thé. Tomorrow we depart for Paris and Milan in search of adventure. We may be a hundred years too late.