Residence Serris Rive Gauche Marne-la-Vallée

... Fantasyland. I think about riding It’s a Small World, but the line is massive! Again, I’m very taken in by the theme props. It is designed like the ride in California. The teacup ride is also well done and the topiaries near it are cute. They have done a good job of isolating the different ‘lands’ here with the landscaping. I come around the side of the castle and I see that they are getting ready for the afternoon parade. I ...

Man. A day full of Disney is tiring! This morning we decide to sleep in ... at least to 8:30am. Not too bad. We head downstairs and enjoy a breakfast before the trip in to Disney. Notable events: * Sam cried after CRUSH. Pretty intense ride for kids! ... We waited our longest yet ... 1 hour to get on. So cute. Sam and Mom rode together. The first 60 seconds he is SILENT. Then, Janice hears just a tiny wisper of a cry, "Momma." ... not sure how to get it across ...

... rooms with 3 of Claude Monet's paintings on the walls of each room. The paintings are huge and very beautiful, with the roofs of the museum being removed and replaced with filtered sun roofs (for want of a better word). Apparently you can emerge yourself in the painting but Jeff wasn't at all impressed. On the other hand he was quite impressed with a few of the Picaso's we saw in another part of the museum, although even less impressed in some of ...

... up i went to the eifell tower itself, they queues wernt bad but i got stuck between a fat old french woman with a winey little kid, a middle age english couple who the fella of the 2 was a complete smart **** tosser; and a steriotypical family of yanks abroad, loud; annoying and obnoxious. they were like the griswalds but alot less amusing. so i had to endure the queues and the lifts to the top with this freakshow of pricks till i cud finally esccape em all and wander the ...

... getting close to riding. Thankfully the technical problems were resolved within about 15 minutes and in my own geeky way I was able to see some of the ride operations in action while they fiddled. The ride itself is great fun; a nice outside drop to begin with before a few specy show scenes passed at varying slow speeds and then the great free spinning "yee ha!" and "woo hoo" of surfing the East Australian Current - Grab shell, dude! The Tower of Terror ended up as Belinda's ...

... fortaelle om alle de prinsesskjoler hun skulle have, vi aftalte med hende at hun kunne koebe en enkelt og betale med nogle af hendes egne guldpenge naar vi kom hjem. Vi fandt en vendbar Bellekjole med gul/roed paa den ene side og roed/gul paa den anden side, hun havde den paa den sidste dag da hun jo lige skulle rundt til de forskellige figurer og vise den til dem. Paa hotellet var Pluto paa besoeg og han bukkede for hende, saa det var det hele vaerd ...

... along the same road that Princess Di drove from the Ritz on the fateful night. While Leslie chose a book we wandered part of the Jardin de Tuileries and paid outrageous prices for so called artisanal ice cream. There's some carnival type rides in the gardens as we watched some screaming girls get fired in some bungee like contraption. Then back to walk by ...

My last week in Paris is upon me! I would want to say that I don't know where the time has gone, but I actually know pretty well how I've spent it. This last week I've been rather busy with papers. I got one paper back already and got an A-, not bad for my horrendous French. But now all that is left is one last short paper written in English and I want to get it done as soon as humanly possible, because spring has arrived in Paris! Yes it is finally here! Warm weather ...

Day Seven: Learn to love thy bus! After a long night in Switzerland, came a long bus ride to Paris...eight hours to be precise. But we made it. We were welcomed to Paris with a stunning night tour by our tour manager, Sares. What followed was a trip up the Eiffel Tower for some breathtaking snaps of the city by night. Back at the hotel, the evening ended on a rather sombre note as our two good friends ...

... pretty rattled traveler at ease with a bit of good natured humor. The people I spoke to seemed to take pity on my humble, but genuine, attempts at speaking in their language. Most shifted to English when they saw me having too much trouble. Members of the French military, machine guns and all, helped me to find the Metro station at the Eiffel tower. Subway workers saw me looking confused when I realized I got on the wrong train and told me how to get back where I ...