Other quirks intrigued me, too. Whenever we pulled into a station, a xylophone jingle, reminiscent of the sound of a wind-up toy, played an arrival tune. The rose-pink couchettes could also be converted into tatami mat seating for passengers who wanted to sit cross-legged by the window to picnic. When disembarking at journey's end, we all received a certificate to commemorate the completion of the sensory-rewarding journey.
