Since we are speaking of the good life today, here is an episode on the love of travelling in comfort

When Napoleon retreated after the defeat at Waterloo, before the headlong onslaught of the Prussian army, he was obliged to abandon his carriage, drawn by six horses, at the little town of Genappe and gallop off on horseback, escorted by mounted chasseurs. Horses, guns, army property, valuables: the French abandoned everything in their haste. In the end the Prussians seized even the imperial seals, the orders and Bonaparte's travelling carriages.

The sumptuous carriage for travelling in comfort during the Russian campaign Napoleon had ordered from Belgian craftsmen. A single carriage held an imposing library, cabinets for storing gold services, shelves of toilet articles, a sleeping berth with a folding metal bed and a mattress of sheep's wool, space for uniforms and weapons, and a multitude of other agreeable and unnecessary trifles.

One of the captured campaign carriages of Napoleon went to Field Marshal Blücher, and it is now kept at Malmaison. Another ended up in London and found its way into Madame Tussauds, where it burned down in 1925.

Now, the enterprising English made a copy of the "London" travelling carriage of Napoleon, and Lord Byron bought the replica for 500 pounds, so as to travel exclusively in luxury worthy of an emperor.