Day 5 was… (drumroll)… Disneyland!  We didn’t tell Chickpea where we were headed, so when our train was about five minutes from the entrance, we asked her where we thought we were going.

Her answer:  “Chick-Fil-A?”

You may have noticed that Chick is into this leg-in-the-air pose. I have NO idea where she got it from, but I find it hilarious.

So we pretty much knew she’d be happily surprised.  And she was.

There’s not much to say about our day, because it was a typical Disney sort-of day.  Disneyland Paris is a spitting image of the one in Anaheim; maybe a wee bit smaller.

Chickpea is at a really fun age to do Disney — she asked several times, “Is this real or pretend?”

It was also odd to be cold at Disneyland.  The few times either of us have been, we’ve been sweaty and sunburned.

We left when it closed, at 7 p.m., and headed back to the apartment via metro.  I carried Chick’s souvenir, an oversized Minnie Mouse helium balloon.  It got stuck in the metro entrance gate, having closed before I pulled the balloon through.  Kabob had to squeeze it through via the other side.  I felt like I was in a cartoon.

So with four days of major sight seeing, then a day of Disneyland, we knew that tomorrow, our final day in Paris, needed to be low key.  We crashed HARD that night.

posted: 09 December 4
under: family, paris, travel