joanjett1976
<font color=blue>Shane in the study with the candl
- Joined
- Jul 20, 2004
Hey friends.
I caved in. Like Whitney Houston to the nose candy, I had to come back. It was fast, cheap and made me feel dirty the next morning but I did it...I spent six hours in Disneyland Paris by myself because I couldn't not do it.
I had spent a week of drink and meetings in Cannes, France for work purposes and now had a whole day off before heading back to Montreal via Zurich.
Option A: stay in Cannes, spend a whole shmoo of money at this super nice clothing store that carries my favoritest-designer-that-I can't-find -anywhere-else-except-for-that-one-place-in-Miami.
Option B: Take a train to Milan. Call Val and exclaim triumphantly 'OMG I'm in Milan. How fabulous am I?' Look around, realize I am dead broke and take the train back.
Option C: Spend 16 Hours on a train and go to Disneyland Paris for 6 hours.
Yes, of course Option C.
I took a night train from Cannes to Paris. As Julia Roberts tells the snobby clerks who wouldn't let her shop in pretty Woman: 'Big mistake. Huge!' Has anyone ever take the night train in Europe? Holy mackerel. What is going on in here? I board the train, am shipped to the 'single lady' train (sadly, not as exciting as the statement makes it seem!) and shown to my top-bunk in my six lady sleeping chamber. Seriously. It's like the Mission Space bucket. I can't stand, I can't crouch, just lay dead. It's like the coop in Chicken Run. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn they had rounded up the gays and I was shipped to a rehabilitation camp. No probs, I'll head to the dining car and spend an evening of serious IPOD love and a few cocktails. No dining car? That's right, I need to regain my spot in the Mission Space bucket for over 10 hours, thinking of my happy place (Dang it! there's no Splash Mountain at DL Paris).
I somehow fall asleep, cuddling my IPOD with irrational fears of a hose-down or some other women's prison nightmare and wake up in Paris. Switch to the subway and make it to DL just in time for rope drop.
Except that it is super cold and I am under-dressed and famished and alone. But I am in Disneyland.
The park was undergoing some renovations and was not as completely enchanting as during the Halloween season. Just as brown is the new black, DL Paris Halloween is the new WDW Christmas-time. Positively enchanting!
Anyhoo: I managed to squeeze in all my bestest rides (Pirates, Phantom Manor, Rock N Rollercoaster, Space Mountain, Big Thunder, Peter Pan, Indy, Star Tours), a parade and some fish and chips. I made a fool of myself on Star Tours where my digital camera leapt out of my bag and started roaming the floor of the ride vehicle. There I was buckled in, on my way to Endor flopping around like a rag doll trying to reach down and grab my runaway camera when IT happened. IT being a total ride shutdown where the an employee comes inside the cabin and asks if anyone needs to leave or isn't feeling good all the while looking at me from the corner of his accusing eye. I shake my head no, hope no one knows I am the idiot who made this happen, grab my camera and back to Endor we go. Seriously mortified. If I didn't know me, I would have spent the rest of my afternoon talking about the moron on Space Tours that stopped the ride.
I made the last afternoon train back to Cannes. It was a civilized train with spacious seats and a dining car that served the best goat cheese salad and cookies. I read German In Touch, French OK and British Hello: a trashy gossip magazine is the same in every language.
Packed my bags, took a Cab to the Nice Airport, Transferred in Zurich. Arrived in Montreal eons later. I never want to leave the house again. Well, except to go to WDW in 13 days....
Enjoy the photo essay:
http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2106805963
I caved in. Like Whitney Houston to the nose candy, I had to come back. It was fast, cheap and made me feel dirty the next morning but I did it...I spent six hours in Disneyland Paris by myself because I couldn't not do it.
I had spent a week of drink and meetings in Cannes, France for work purposes and now had a whole day off before heading back to Montreal via Zurich.
Option A: stay in Cannes, spend a whole shmoo of money at this super nice clothing store that carries my favoritest-designer-that-I can't-find -anywhere-else-except-for-that-one-place-in-Miami.
Option B: Take a train to Milan. Call Val and exclaim triumphantly 'OMG I'm in Milan. How fabulous am I?' Look around, realize I am dead broke and take the train back.
Option C: Spend 16 Hours on a train and go to Disneyland Paris for 6 hours.
Yes, of course Option C.
I took a night train from Cannes to Paris. As Julia Roberts tells the snobby clerks who wouldn't let her shop in pretty Woman: 'Big mistake. Huge!' Has anyone ever take the night train in Europe? Holy mackerel. What is going on in here? I board the train, am shipped to the 'single lady' train (sadly, not as exciting as the statement makes it seem!) and shown to my top-bunk in my six lady sleeping chamber. Seriously. It's like the Mission Space bucket. I can't stand, I can't crouch, just lay dead. It's like the coop in Chicken Run. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn they had rounded up the gays and I was shipped to a rehabilitation camp. No probs, I'll head to the dining car and spend an evening of serious IPOD love and a few cocktails. No dining car? That's right, I need to regain my spot in the Mission Space bucket for over 10 hours, thinking of my happy place (Dang it! there's no Splash Mountain at DL Paris).
I somehow fall asleep, cuddling my IPOD with irrational fears of a hose-down or some other women's prison nightmare and wake up in Paris. Switch to the subway and make it to DL just in time for rope drop.
Except that it is super cold and I am under-dressed and famished and alone. But I am in Disneyland.
The park was undergoing some renovations and was not as completely enchanting as during the Halloween season. Just as brown is the new black, DL Paris Halloween is the new WDW Christmas-time. Positively enchanting!
Anyhoo: I managed to squeeze in all my bestest rides (Pirates, Phantom Manor, Rock N Rollercoaster, Space Mountain, Big Thunder, Peter Pan, Indy, Star Tours), a parade and some fish and chips. I made a fool of myself on Star Tours where my digital camera leapt out of my bag and started roaming the floor of the ride vehicle. There I was buckled in, on my way to Endor flopping around like a rag doll trying to reach down and grab my runaway camera when IT happened. IT being a total ride shutdown where the an employee comes inside the cabin and asks if anyone needs to leave or isn't feeling good all the while looking at me from the corner of his accusing eye. I shake my head no, hope no one knows I am the idiot who made this happen, grab my camera and back to Endor we go. Seriously mortified. If I didn't know me, I would have spent the rest of my afternoon talking about the moron on Space Tours that stopped the ride.
I made the last afternoon train back to Cannes. It was a civilized train with spacious seats and a dining car that served the best goat cheese salad and cookies. I read German In Touch, French OK and British Hello: a trashy gossip magazine is the same in every language.
Packed my bags, took a Cab to the Nice Airport, Transferred in Zurich. Arrived in Montreal eons later. I never want to leave the house again. Well, except to go to WDW in 13 days....
Enjoy the photo essay:
http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2106805963
Maybe I would've done the train...but I doubt it. I loved the trip report and your pictures were amazing! You are soo good about posting so quickly. Bravo, bravo Gen!
