For as long as I can remember I have wanted to visit Disneyland. I still remember the adverts showing the family the night before their trip- the mum shouting at the kids to go to sleep, with the kids replying that they couldn’t, because they were too excited, closely followed by their father making the same admission.
Disneyland was only a small part of our trip to Paris and I had imagined that I’d be slightly less excited at the prospect of going at the ripe old age of 25, but that wasn’t so. In the least creepy way possible, I turned into a little girl again the moment I stepped off the train. I couldn’t contain it, I was buzzing with excitement and beaming from ear to ear.
The park is celebrating being around for as long as I have, and a part of me thought it would show that age a little with the daily wear and tear of thousands of visitors, but I was wrong about that too. In the moments during the day where I realised I was actually an adult (few and far between as they were- in fairness, I am the height of some children), I couldn’t get over how clean it all was. Even the ground was immaculate; we were able to sit on the pavement and there was barely dust on our jeans. There wasn’t a plant out of place, a spot of chipped paint or a light left unshone. There was nothing that wasn’t pristine- nothing that could risk breaking the illusion.
We were amazed by how every cast member maintained character, their whole attitude and demeanour mirrored exactly those that we see on screen, to the point where you could forget that they weren’t real. It’s the kind of place you can forget your adult responsibilities and truly enjoy what’s around you- I literally found myself grabbing Paddy and saying “Oh look! There’s Micky and Minnie!”, when realistically I know it’s just a short dude in a mouse costume; you get caught up in the ‘magic’ and forget.
The park is so untouched by the world outside it’s bounds it’s hard to remember that it isn’t real life. (Shout out to everyone who works there, because honestly, if I had to be that perky all the time, I would crack UP.) There’s nothing sad, nothing scary (unless you don’t like giant mice/people in costumes/rollercoasters) – only joy, excitement, colour and fun!
We spent the day exploring each of the ‘lands’ in the park, hopping on the rides, meeting Micky Mouse (obviously, who disapproved of Paddy’s outfit of choice, apparently he’s a French rugby fan) and enjoying the most elaborate float parade we’ve ever seen and the ‘Disney Illuminations’ at the end of the day. There’s no point in trying to explain it all: you just have to go for yourself to see it! I guarantee you’ll have a fantastic time, in fact I think I nearly have the family convinced we need another trip!
It really is the happiest place on earth – we can’t wait to go again!