Blessedly blasé re most worries, Mr Gnome is a reluctant flyer.
Imagine then the intensity of his pleasure as a spanking new Eurostar train whooshed him from London to Paris in a dizzying two hours and thirty minutes.
(Train - terra firma. Plane - terror-former.)
The journey would have been fifteen minutes shorter had we not been obliged to pass through 'Le Tunnel' at half speed - a consequence of the recent, er, 'incident'.
Leaden English skies dissolved and insouciant Gallic sunshine took over. Hurrah!
More Parisian posts shortly....