Hard seats and a dusty train; the English family with the Harry Potter books and the man who chewed so loudly. The expression on the conductor’s face. And we ate Swiss chocolate — in Switzerland, ah novelty — but never a Toblerone. I try to buy one on the next train but the return to French has unsettled me. In the corridor police check passports. I say entschuldigung to a dog, a German shepherd, which I suppose can only be logical. Mesdames et Messieurs over again.