A dream is a wish your heart makes...
(Travel tip: This is more of a memory. When I made my first trip to Europe--100 years ago--one purchased a Eurail pass, which was relatively inexpensive and provided for 7, 4, 21, or a month's First Class travel throughout Europe. At that time, the carriages were individual six seaters with a narrow corridor on one side and a door that opened out to the station (the better to throw someone from a train) on the other, and a formal dining car. In the European fashion, strangers joined your table when seats were available. So, my table included a French couple and a German. The fixed price menu offered a three course dinner, with wine. Apparently, my choice of appetizer, soup, and entree met with the approval of my fellow passengers, but you should have seen their faces and heard the sharp intake of breath when I refused the offer of wine and ordered a Coke. Trains are not what they used to be (and who can afford first class), although French cafes remain almost as snooty as they used to be about Americans--much of which we bring on ourselves. But now that American fast food chains are ubiquitous, you can order a coke without raising eyebrows.)