...and the TGV rolls out of Gare de Lyon right to the minute. In fact it doesn't roll, it slides out.
It slips through the French countryside at 200 km/h plus, heading for Dijon, and onto Lausanne in Switzerland. It does 200 km/h because the French tell you it does. It does 200 km/h because cars on the adjacent freeways are doing 130 km/h, and appear to be going backwards.
High speed train travel is smooth and silky, pure joy.
After three and a half hours, we roll into Gare Lausanne and there's Swalesy, standing on the platform in board shorts and thongs. A big cheery Oz greeting in a sea of unintelligible babble.
His little red Alfa negotiates the maze of roads and signage to deliver us safely to the nearby village of Pully (Poo-ee). In the loft of a steep alpine roofline, is Rob and Jodie's spacious apartment. And from the balcony, a view to die for.