Yes, I did go to DLP last weekend. Not quite Easter, but judging by the rush, it could well have been. I went for 2 days and took a bundle of cash, however, nobody told me that the Euro is actually worth 1.08 to 1 sterling pound now, oh my God! Once I got over that shock, I proceeded to handle the Euro cash with somewhat cautious. Call me Scrooge if you like, but I wasn’t going to pay €15 for a pen, cuddly toy or silly hat. ‘Kids, I can make it at home’ was my standard response to most queries relating to any souvenirs et al.
I met Mickey, Goofy and Pluto at breakfast in New York Hotel where I stayed. I saw Snow-White, Alice and Winnie, did I queue you for an hour to get an autograph for my kids, hell, no. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for living the dream but then there’s the harsh reality of queuing till you drop. I snapped away at the characters with other children, my kids will never know the difference with a little help from Photoshop.
I did go to watch a live motor show and Lightening McQueen graced us with his (?) presence. Now I have to say, if anything the whole trip was worth that stunt show, it was awesome. Serious effort had been made to make it look realsitic – when the man was on fire, my kids almost screamed in fear. They chanted, again, again. Thrill seekers or slightly veering towards sadistic, I don’t really know.
It’s a whole little €€€ world out there in Paris, I was a little girl again, skipping to the constant blaring music and nodding happily, stupidly at all the characters in the Parade. Am I being a little harsh, a little cynical? Maybe. Will everyone live happily ever after? Not with that exchange rate.