Disneyland, Paris. America transplanted into Europe. It is a children’s wonderland with no leaf out of place, no discarded cigarette butts, no flaking paint, and no beggars at the gate.
Beggars at gates are quite common in Paris. The supermarket, next door to where I was staying, had a regular beggar, as do a lot of shops. I always tried to put something into her paper cup.
Disneyland is a fantasy world that is only for those who can afford NZ$700 per day [that was the entrance fee for my family!]
Yet I had expected this sanitized, expensive view of reality. What I had not expected was the lack of imagination.
Somewhere, at some time, creativity stalled. The Disneyland I visited 30 years was imaginatively similar to the Disneyland of today. Nothing very much has changed in three decades. Sure, there were a few more rides that went a little faster [sometimes a lot faster!] and there were the gimmicks from the latest Disney movies. However there was little in the way of cutting edge creativity and exploratory use of the imagination. One would have thought, for example, that after three decades they could put us in gravity-less bubbles and propel us into space?
What has happened? In these days when cinematically we can create just about anything, why isn’t it happening at the most renowned children’s playground in the world?
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