Unique to the Paris park, as far as I know, is the Indiana Jones and the Temple of Peril roller-coaster, which seems to me little more than a coaster exploiting the Indy name. Also, the Rock and Roller Coaster, with music by Aerosmith. Why Aerosmith? I mean, they're a big name, but not in the very top league. That ride was in the Disney Film Studio Park, a park with scarcely any major attractions.
On Wednesday night, we went back to the hotel at about 10 o'clock, after which there was the most stupendous thunderstorm. It was still disturbingly hot right through the night.
Another day of Disney. Very attractive for a second day; we watched the Lion King spectacle as pretty much a finale to the day, following on from a day of entertainment on tame and wild rides, by myself and with the family.
It looked as if there wasn't enough there for three full days, so we went by train into central Paris. The RER took us straight to Etoile, where we climbed the Arc de Triomphe and looked down on the Champs-Elysées and Avenue Victor Hugo and the nightmare of Parisian traffic. Then we walked down the Champs-Elysées as far as Place de la Concorde, where we caught a métro train to Montmartre for Sacré-Coeur. The views from the mount over Paris are wonderful, but so is Sacré-Coeur itself.
After that, we went back to the parks and Matthew and I did some other rides, including Space Mountain Mission 2. While we were in there, it started to rain like you wouldn't believe, unless you are familiar with Pacific weather. We sprinted to the next attraction, not really caring what it was, just for shelter. In fact, it was "Honey, I shrunk the audience", a 3-D show. From there, another sprint to Star Tours, the exit of which was flooded by the time we left. Our planned family meeting point was a poor one, so I sent texts to tell a new indoor meeting place. We had a meal, we left. It had been a pretty good trip, with weather varying from so hot you couldn't think to so wet you couldn't think.
Mostly trains. Two RER services to get us to Gare du Nord, Eurostar to Waterloo, Northern Line to Euston, Virgin to Lime Street, Merseyrail to Bromborough. From Paris to London, we were intrigued by a French party, one of whom was wearing a striped sailor suit, glasses, beret, snorkel, flotation device...they has remembered the wine but forgotten to bring a corkscrew.
Washing clothes, eating lunch, catching up with an alarming number of emails and LJ entries. If I've missed your fascinating LJ diary entry, I'm sorry. I'll get to it in time.