I'm not sure what was more embarrassing – being met by a 1962 Bentley as I stepped scruffily off a train in that day's ski gear, or being dropped off at my hotel after a journey of approximately 20 seconds. Had the gleaming car been any fatter, I could have got in on one side and out the other without my driver needing to start the engine.
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