Rémy is coming to France.
C’est paisible au Canada.
Skyliner is coming to International Gateway.
Printemps en France.
Primavera en México.
Boa de plumas rojas.
Fajín rojo para él.
Amarillo rico, suave…
En la Tienda Encantada:
Almira Gulch en regiones mas allá?
You’re telling me…
Before leaving Epcot for a while, I enjoy a lunch of Cobb Salad with Grilled Chicken in the Liberty Inn adjacent to the American Adventure.
What I do not enjoy so much is the sight of the lady at the table next to mine flossing her teeth. No photograph of that. You’re welcome.
The Friendships are serving only Epcot and the hotels currently, not the Studios, since one of the bridges is being worked on…
…so my plan is to walk to the BoardWalk
and take the bus across the street from there to the Studios.
But it’s hot, so first a trip upstairs for a cool Belle Vue break in the lounge of that name.
Did I mention it’s hot? That’s why I am photographing the flora from inside.
Refreshed in the lounge and relieved in the restroom, I proceed to the bus stop. During that stroll I witness another one of my least favorite sights: the child picking his nose and eating his findings. No photograph of that, either. You’re welcome.
Skyliner is coming to the Studios.
I don’t spend a lot of time here; the 90-plus temps are getting to me and I don’t want to exacerbate my dermatitis-ridden cheekbones any more than I have to.
On the monorail back to Epcot, where I am parked in
we observe that Ellen’s replacements are coming to Future World.
A light rain has begun when I board the parking lot tram. Seconds after I get in the car, the downpour escalates to Level Bodacious and stays there for about a third of my drive home.
All is dry for the remainder of the journey, but mere seconds after I am safely within the apartment, the second wave arrives and this is how it looks out my window: