Berlin to Paris

Didn't feel like and more crap European flights and decided to take the train to Paris instead. The night train I mean.
You board it after dinner, go to sleep and wake up in Paris just in time for breakfast. Pretty neat, eh?

I had visions of the Orient Express, drinks with aging silent movie starlets in the restaurant car... Maybe a fling with the would-be Tzar (or Tzaress) of Russia... Then asking the butler (how do you say Jeeves in German?) to set up the bed before retiring for the night.
In real life it was not quite as glamorous. The cabins were less Orient Express, more like the set for prison porn (not that I ever watched any, but so I'm told).

Still – serves a purpose.
They say you get a really good night sleep on the sleeper train and they ain't lying. Before I knew it, it was France all over again and we were in Paris.I had a long (very long) breakfast at a nice cafe before getting on the train to Lyon.