Frankfurt to Everywhere, First Class
Paris in six hours. Vienna in five. Zurich in four. The clock is not the point: your comfort is. In the rear of a Rolls-Royce Ghost, fold-out tables deployed, chilled water in the console, the road barely audible through the double-laminated glass.
Comfort stops when you choose, routing by motorway or scenic road, the schedule entirely yours. Your chauffeur asks only where you would like to pause.
