Eurodisney

is not large, but we were lost there yesterday.  the paths curve and tunnel through strange agglomerations of forest and city -- potemkin villages of fun.  i traveled across the ocean from my home, a mining town out west, to see frontierland, and hear the triumphant chords of bonanza's theme song.  four hours of jangle, to a discordant sound track, as i tried to find my boyhood amid the press and noise.  the park was an admirable exercise in crowd control, staffed by europe's mocking youth, some of them beautiful enough to dress as  cartoon heroine's.  the light parade at the end of each day is billed as an event where les rêves deviennent réalité, which made me think we needed a new word - rêvalité - to signify this mix of fakery and boredom, which so excites the minds of children.