On nights that I close out Disneyland, I often find myself stopped at this view. Seeing King Arthur Carrousel at rest after a long day of circumnavigating guests seems to restore balance to the world. It helps to preserve a magic and immersive atmosphere to have tranquil moments that counter the busier ones. Michaela and I have noticed that if we go on busy days at Disneyland without having this sort of break, the desire to return can dwindle a bit (one can only feel like herded cattle so much before saying, “Enough!”).
If I had Fantasyland to myself for an evening like this, I think I might stroll around leisurely inspecting every detail of every nook before valiantly pulling the sword in the stone from its resting place and hoisting it high overhead. What would you do if you had Fantasyland all to yourself for a night?
