The Salmon of Capistrano

Upon reflection, our story with rail travel here reads much like Goldilocks. The first station agent was adamant in the fact that trains had yet to be invented, and that we were sorcerers. The second was just awash in trains. Drowning in trains. Imagine how many trains you could shake a stick at, then double it. That's nowhere near how many trains he had. Finally we got the middle Eurail porridge but it didn't even matter because our hero has a tattoo watch with the hands always at "goof time" rather than the actual ability to accurately read a clock so it took her over 4 days to get to Prague the end.

And for the record: Harry was right. The French are assholes.