They see it just in time, almost tripping as they run backwards in the Observation Lounge to ensure a proper look. They are used to being aboard a tourist bus, players in the hands of a director, the trip defined by constant commentary. Train travel, however, requires flights of imagination and the prying gaze of a voyeur. As the views pass by, click upon click like so many slide show images, you are called upon to write your own script. Inside it's all theatre, too.
Passengers lurch down corridors, finding themselves pressed against passers-by.
Compartment doors are locked during the siesta hour. The rhythm of the train is mesmeric, conducive to day-dreaming and the blameless sleep of babies. But not everyone can be pleased. Agatha Christie would have had great fun with this concept of a smoking salon on wheels. Mysteriously dark and jerky.