DS 5 review

We challenge you to climb aboard a DS 5 and not utter some form of wonderment. Or expletive. By far and away the car’s supreme party piece is its cabin – the seats penned to look like designer watch straps (so what if they’re not actually that supportive…), the three switches for the head-up display (in the ceiling, of course) or the Tron instruments. It’s fabulous. And ergonomically baffling, of course. The touchscreen is out of reach unless you’re an orang-utan, armoured landing craft offer superior visibility and the plunging roofline means there’s less room in the back of this high-rise exec saloon than a supermini. The boot’s loading lip is higher than a steeplechase obstacle too. It’s the distillation of form over function, but you have to applaud Citr… sorry DS, for daring avant-garde-ness.