You’ll hear people say the train is “easy.” It is—until you realize the luggage racks on the Eurostar are small. If you’re bringing a massive suitcase, you might have to play Tetris in the aisle. Split your stuff into a carry-on and a smaller duffel. The locals will think you’re a pro.
Oh, and customs? You clear French immigration in London before you board. That means no stopping at the actual border—just a brisk passport check and a “Bon voyage” from a bored-looking officer. It’s shockingly smooth. You’ll literally walk off the train and into the Sea of Mouse.
The Final Verdict (From Someone Who Survived)
Is the train better than flying? Yes. Is it better than driving? Infinite yes—unless you enjoy traffic jams outside Lyon while your kids scream “Are we there yet?” in two languages. The train is the landing strip for your dream vacation, and it starts the minute you leave London.
So, go ahead. Book that ticket. Pack those ears. And when you’re sitting in the train, watching the French countryside blur past, just remember: you’re about to walk into a storybook. The train just gets you there without the fairytale price tag. Now, where’s my churro?
