Overnight Train to Paris

Compartment mate #1: A 50 year-old French woman. I just kind of supposed she didn't speak much English, and went to my standby mime routine when trying to let her know that I would put my bag in the overhead compartment. Her solution had been to shove my bag repeatedly against the wall, seemingly trying to make it disappear... I don't know wtf people are thinking sometimes. So she was being kind of snooty, and said "You cannot talk?" And I was like, "Oh, I didn't think you spoke English. Ha, ha!" Zero chance of us being friends. Both of us thought each other were mentally handicapped.

Compartment mate #2: A really old French bitty. She got on several stops after Barcelona, once Snooty and I were sleeping. She turned on all the lights, took FOREVER to get ready for bed, and had a lot of fun crinkling various plastic bags. Which, btw, is the most obnoxious sound ever. And then, THEN, Bitty instantly fell asleep and started snoring like I've never heard another woman snore. I considered smothering her, but wasn't sure what Snooty might think.

First thing I heard Snooty say when she met up with her male travel companion in the morning was "Merde." So maybe she would have been game...

Needless to say, I did not like the night train. I would have preferred to waste an entire day traveling and watching the scenery, rather than laying awake all night listening to Bitty's sinus problems.