Early morning, Rome.
“Never!” Eszter laughs at me. “Nice try, Till, but Rome-London is just too far to be covered by car.” Her grey eyes sparkle amused but challenging: “Almost 2000 kilometres! By Paris at the latest, it won’t be me throwing in the towel, but you.” I grin and say nothing. Our S-Class quietly glides through the empty streets of the Eternal City. I glance at Eszter again and in the brief glow of a neon advertisement we are rushing by, I see it: she has laid her right arm back, her hand resting on the door beltline. Her fingertips are gently, almost imperceptibly stroking the soft leather of the upper door panel. I already know that I have won. From Rome to London in one day and one night: a magical journey, and she will be utterly delighted. Ok, we’re doing this the classic way: Rome, Florence, up to the Alps, past Geneva, a few kilometres through the Rhône valley heading north.
A stopover in Paris. Then continue driving north. Until we reach the English Channel. Having crossed the channel it’s only a short distance to London.