With great engineering projects come great big tunnels, and as the train races through Kent my ears are constantly popping as we enter and exit. I’m grateful for my old companion, the extra strong mint.
The rest of the journey is pretty uneventful and my arrival in Lille is accompanied by a heavy hail shower. Trudging along cobbled streets with hand luggage is always a drag – literally. The Hotel de la Paix is only about ten minutes walk from the station but its tiny entrance is easy to miss in the rain.
It reminds me of an old British seaside hotel. A minuscule lift transports cramped guests to a series of dimly lit corridors and small rooms. This was about the best angle I could get of the bed, whilst perching behind the TV
Anyway, enough of indoors. Time to venture outside.