As a former resident of the French capital, where famously glib waiters might slam your croque monsieur down accompanied by an unintelligible grunt, I was intrigued, when, in 1992, Disneyland debuted in Paris.Within weeks, I’d whisked my daughter, Lili, to the Disneyland Hotel and now, more than 30 years later — and following its two-year renovation — we’re here again, joined by Lili’s children, Bodhi, five, and Cosmo, two.Arriving at the station, the sight of the palatial pink fairy-tale hotel injects a frisson of excitement into excited wannabe pirates and princesses.
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