You spend 50+ years sleeping on a rectangular pillow, come to Paris, and the hotel presents you with a square one.
The enlightened traveller thinks ‘when in Rome’ and throws themselves into the new experience.
A more curmudgeonly guest wakes up in disarray during the night muttering, ‘who thought this nonsense was a good idea?’
Sadly, I’m in the second camp.
But three nights in, I’m developing a European sleeping system.
And it’s a measure of wonderful Paris – my favourite city for a business trip – that this remains an interesting diversion rather than a deal-breaker.
