Bear with me. It’s not an England post; it’s not whinging about school life; it’s not a new recipe (although that oat flour pancake recipe is turning out to be pretty popular); it’s not even a useful review of visiting Disneyland Paris — BUT — we did visit Disney Paris, our first family trip to any of the Disney parks, on the final long weekend of the summer before the start of school. And we had a great time. If you don’t want to be cornered into checking out a few photos from my wallet (so to speak), bail out now. Maybe check out that Cotswold Drive post again, and wait for the next post coming up (in the works: National Trust’s Croome Court). Still here? Okay, here we go:
We’ve been on the Chunnel train so many times, it is almost boring. HA! Not boring! I LOVE IT.
I don’t remember Paris looking quite like that, but … ooooookaaaaay.
As I mentioned, this was our first visit to any of the Disney parks (insert astounded Brit commentary — “Never? And you’re American?”). The park does not disappoint, with non-stop photo-ops.
Walt Disney Studios, adjacent to Disneyland Paris, has a truly disconcerting American-esque look. If I had not had a lovely frenchwoman pass me croissants and baguettes with Nutella for my petit-dej that morning, I might have wondered in what country I had landed.
We stayed at one of the Disney hotels — the Davy Crockett Ranch. Recommended for families greater than four, especially ones who have decided that all of the American West looks like a scene from Bonanza or Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
There was a bar-b-que on the night we arrived. Pony rides past those big green doors in the background. Pluto and Robin Hood stopped by. There’s a massive pool with a multi-story slide. It was awesome.
The cabins are — again weirdly — very similar to cabins you might find in a National Park. With room for six, two bathrooms, a decent kitchen and dining area plus an outdoor patio, it suited us just fine.
We navigated the meal plan options and found one that worked — but splurged one day for the ridiculous brunch buffet at “Inventions” in the Disneyland Hotel proper. And met a dozen more Disney characters. I may have cried when I met Minnie Mouse. (Okay, fine, I did cry.)
Tigger. My old nemesis. I have a photo of myself as a very young child, in my only other visit to Disney, being terrified of the mid 1970s incarnation of this larger-than-life stuffed tiger. He haunted my dreams. You no longer have the power to destroy me, Tigger. But, ummmmm, let’s keep walking. Before he gets too close.