A milling multitude confronted us at the train station when we arrived at Walt Disney's Paris outpost. Fortunately Clint Eastwood provided a familiar face in the crowd as we drew into our hotel - The Santa Fe. I think you could build a disneyland in the New Guinea Highlands and still feel pretty much as American as alien invasions and the token fat guys of comedy. That notwithstanding, the patrons were a cosmopolitan bunch, with numerous different languages being spoken in the hour long queues.
This was a real blast for all of us.
Malachy conquered his fears to declare that Star Tours is the best ride ever, and to help Buzz Lightyear save the universe, as well as becoming the star's new best friend in 'Stitch Live'
Niamh discovered the joy of roller caosters, becoming a Space Mountain veteran several times over.
Even Imogen finally got the bug for the scarier rides - never again will she desert her poor old dad as they climb into the seat for the Leathal Weapon.
Seamus confirmed his status as a roller coaster tragic, doing the lot repeatedly despite headaches, motion sickness etc etc. His look of lifeless, paralysed horror half way through the 'Tower of Terror' ride was priceless.
No passing semblance of healthy food was to be seen for miles, but it didn't matter - fuel up on fat and carbs, and get back into it...
After three days of fun filled action, we all had contented smiles, and came back to an Ireland transformed by the onset of warm, sunny weather. Perfect weather for a leisurely visit to Ballykissangel {AKA the small town of Avoca} on our way home to Rathmoylan Cove. Yes, we did have a coffee in Fitzgerald's Pub, and bought ice creams at Hendley's. We are happy to report for fans of BallyK. that there is no chip fat on the face of the Virgin Mary.
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