‘We’re all mad here,’ I mumble as I head towards the Cheshire Cat. To my left is the home of the world’s most famous mouse – and a sign warning guests to expect a wait of up to an hour and a half if they want to meet him. This is my tenth trip down a Disney theme park rabbit hole – my third as an adult and my second to Disneyland Paris – so the queues in the ‘most magical place on Earth’ comes as no surprise. But this time there’s a difference: I have my very own fairy godfather.
Alex, our VIP tour guide, dressed in a three-piece suit with a checkerboard waistcoat, whisks us past the queue to a side door of Mickey Mouse’s home and rings a bell. Before you can say Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo, photos have been posed for, autograph books signed, kisses blown, and we’re back outside with an hour and 20 minutes – and our sanities – saved.
One VIP tour guide can take up to ten people so if you can extend your guest list you can split the tidy sum of €3,300
For the next six hours, Alex escorts us across Disneyland and Walt Disney Studios, the two parks that span 4,800 acres of Disneyland Paris.
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