There really is something exquisite about a high-end restaurant that charges €100 per head. Half the dishes you can't pronounce and the other half doesn't make sense. But everyone is sitting proper, and there is always an air of distinguee. The wine will be fantastic, and the price per bottle astronomical. So the notion of such an haute cuisine restaurant being family-friendly where the waiter will happily warm a baby's bottle would be quite unthinkable. Not so in Disneyland Paris; screaming children and foie gras de canard go hand-in-hand, so everyone can get chance to enjoy the good life and ignore the recession.

But it just doesn't feel right, like when the Gents' toilets are closed for renovations and the instructed alternative is for men to go ahead and used the Ladies'. But then again it is France.