Wine country
e’re sitting in a grand lounge. Smartly dressed waiters are shaking martinis behind a brass-topped bar while quiet groups sit attentively atop pale green sofas nibbling cucumber sandwiches, listening to the captain with his charming Normandy accent welcome us onto his ship. This isn’t the sort of cruise you hear about — all tat and disco balls and Celine Dion cover bands. This is like stepping back into the golden age of cruising, epitomised by, when Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell make an entrance in the dining hall. We need to get our hands on a figure-hugging ball gown, stat.
