I am murdering a curry

I have made it to London where I am now eating a delicious butter chicken from a local takeaway. I was going to go whole-hog¹ and get kebab, but the curry place smelled so good, and I was pretty hungry.

The trip from Paris to London took 2:37, traveling for a good bit of the time close to 300 km/h (186 mph), which is 40 km/h (25 mph) faster than the fastest train in North America. Unfortunately today's Eurostar also traveled for a good bit of the time close to 75 km/h, which careful readers will realize is slower than 300. But we left 12 minutes late and arrived only 6 minutes late, so I guess those speed variations are normal.

On the other hand, the experience at Paris Gare du Nord trying to get on the Eurostar was not at all like the experience last Sunday getting on the Eurostar at London St Pancras. In both locations, you go through passport control, security, and a quick customs check, though Paris adds an exit passport check as well per Schengen rules. Still, from queuing up at St Pancras to getting into the holding area on Sunday took about 15 minutes. This afternoon, from getting into the queue to begin the process through getting onto the train, which involved another queue, was 45 minutes. The French blame Brexit, while anyone with eyes and a frontal lobe will blame the French. Gare du Nord's London-bound screening area is a marvel of architecture worthy of some of the Soviet Union's greats.

Anyway, I'm here now, the curry has been completely murdered (and dammit I want more), and now I need to get out of my hotel room². More tomorrow.