There were moments on this last trip, that I looked around and it seemed we had the Magic Kingdom to ourselves. There is something magical about seeing the streets empty. On any normal day, when it wasn't past closing, those benches would be covered with hot, tired bodies. The streets would be littered with tourists trying to decided where to go, or quing up for the next parade. It isn't often that the World is still. It is in these moments that it almost seems real. Maybe there really is a place where dreams come true.