What it’s like to ride the European Sleeper from Paris to Berlin

Once I settled into my bed, the sun had set, and the AC had arrived. I felt cosy under the thin, white sheets. What’s more, lying fully reclined while travelling always feels very business-class chic. The train WiFi was patchy, but my phone’s was four bars, so I hot-spotted some internet and continued watching some Netflix on my laptop – comme chez moi. Just like at home. Sleep came easily, but it seemed like every hour (or maybe every other hour), the train lurched to a halt and I…