Ride

A ride at Disney. Spinning teacups to be precise, just near the Alice In Wonderland labyrinth. I stood up from taking this and realised I was next to Tweedledum or Tweedledum and then the Queen Of Hearts rushed right by me. I was looking for the man in the floor-lenght fur coat with the oversized codpiece to materialise but he never did. This is Disney after all, and that kind of European weirdness is another thing entirely.

Finished our time at Disney with the Pirates Of The Caribbean ride which my eldest daughter has loved each time. Except this time, right afterwards, Captain Jack Sparrow himslef was there in the courtyard for pictures and a photo was duly taken. "Johnny Depp!" I heard someone shout. Mmm, not sure that's how Johnny earns his crust these days, but for handsome French men who can grow a beard, pull some shapes and aren't averse to wearing a shitload of eyeliner there's definitely a euro or two to be made.

Me: " Do you think that was the real Jack Sparrow then?"
Daughter: " Well, he looked like a real pirate, but I don't think real pirates would want to get photographed and filmed so much"

Musique! C'est Francais! C'est magnifique!