We’re off to Disneyland Paris

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It might seem odd, coming so soon after this week’s bad news, but I’ve had this holiday booked for ages and frankly, we need it. So we’ve grabbed the Charleesi and her Cousin A and sped on the Eurostar to Disneyland Paris for the week. Lady P is looking after house and home, which keeps the plants watered and the mailbox emptied, but we’ll find a way to bring her on a holiday soon, never fear. Next time, for sure.

Now this Disney is in Lille, which makes it a part of Paris in the same way that Luton is a London airport, which is why we took a direct train rather than trusting to any old passage to Paris. Even in the immediate aftermath of London Tube strikes, getting to St  Pancras was simple, and our journey couldn’t have been simpler.

Getting checked in at our hotel (the Newport), was slightly complicated by having booked through the DVC (Disney Vacation Club) which meant a few perks like not having to book a breakfast time but none of the paperwork being in the right place. I also had problems with the padlock on my case breaking (try explaining in rusty French you need that sorting out, three times in succession), and then explaining I needed a fridge for my bydureon kit.

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These minor hiccups aside, we then went in search of food and to refamiliarise ourselves with the general Magic Kingdom layout. Cousin A has never been out of the country, let alone to anywhere Disney, so her expression wavered between amazed and bemused most of the afternoon and early evening.

There’s a certain anarchic quality to the French Disney experience, and I’m not certain if that comes from the cultural melting pot making up its visitors or a degree of European bloody-mindedness that sticks a varying number of fingers up at the corporate US management and adds a mild frisson of danger to the day.

Either way, we’ve eaten and returned to our room to collapse, suddenly very aware we’ve been up since 5am. The sounds of gentle snoring currently surround me, and I shall soon be joining the chorus, ready for our first full day. Not a bad start…

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Raconteur and Bon Vivant
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