Atel Massena Paris
16, rue Tronchet Paris, Île-de-France, 75008, France
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Characters You DON'T Want to Meet at Disney Paris
... in rides. They come at the last minute for parades, and hover in the street until a cast member asks them to back up on to the sidewalk, thereby putting them in the front of everyone. They are above the rules of social conduct, because for some reason it doesn't apply to them. This is the "let them eat cake"crowd. But take heed, those of you who belong to this category....that attitude can be dangerous. I mean, we all know how well it worked out for ...
A Day on Top of Paris
... a good pace. However, just as we’re nearing the front, the screen above the ticket windows started to display that the top floor was closed for congestion. After confirming that with someone, we left the line up not pleased with our terrible luck. Since it was getting dark we decided to go and sit on the grass to watch the tower as it lit up for the night. One aside is that all around the Eiffel Tower there are so many men of darker skin selling you cheap Eiffel Tower ...
Tuesday-Lots to Do!
... begin since I haven't blogged since our first couple days here. One of the things I've enjoyed the most is sitting at the cafe drinking a latte and watching all the people pass by. It's a lot harder when you're the one doing the walking, which we've been doing quite a lot of. I enjoy it, but I'm always ready to crash at the end of the day with a glass of Orangina (a carbonated orange juice drink they have here- ...
A Parisian Halloween: Costumes Allowed
... ones. The parade was exciting. And we were even able to go on the Peter Pan ride with less than a 15 minute wait. Jo and Nina left shortly after this but the Delorme / Johnston crowd stayed until the bitter end and even ate at McDonald's in Disney Village. We made it home by 9 pm, the boys ran around like Tasmanian devils for 45 minutes and then crashed. All in all, a great, yet mild enough, Disney pre Halloween.
So, at the end ...
Wadablast
... br> We, of course had to checkout The Ritz Hotel. We made the cut and were allowed to enter the hotel, although we are not guests. No kidding, the party in front of us who were dressed in sweatshirts and T-shirts, were escorted out of the building. We proceeded to the Hemingway Bar, where we drained a couple of way-to- expensive martinis as we gawked at the people and Hemingway memorabilia.
The Cordon Bleu school was definitely a highpoint. We observed as a chef ...



