I was clearly mis-countried.
If my long nose and late 90’s obsession with neck scarves didn’t tip my hand, I’ll just say it: I should be French.
Like a typical Francophile, I’m
trying to convert my kids too. Mainly through carbs.
And France does them best.
A day in Strasbourg nearly won them
over.
You see. Croissants, Crémant and charcuterie
are the trifecta of Alsace perfection.
And Strasbourg delights the palate
with this Alsatian trinity.
Sure, the ancient Cathédrale of Notre Dame boasts the storied, staid Astronomical Clock. But watching the figurine procession of Christ and his apostles at the strike of solar noon whilst a strangled cock crows was just “meh.”
At least when compared with French food.
Let’s just be honest.
And strolling the fabled, flowering avenues in Petite France undoubtedly charms. 16th century timbered homes in colorful hues enhance the dreamy romance of the medieval hamlet.
Let’s not forget my kids. (They would never let me anyhow. Bless them.)
Strasbourg proffers petite playgrounds for the travel-weary enfants. Thank God.
Since astronomical clocks, historic
churches, and well *just walking* gets old after a hot minute.
She’s not much for museums or mile-long hikes
to castles.
Lame.
Which is another reason I’m thankful
for the Strasbourg carousels. They incentivize well, walking and “good attitudes”
in children otherwise disposed to loathe antique markets and the like.
We finished our Strasbourg day with
charcuterie on a cobbled lane, coupled with Crémant. Perfection.
Olivette polished off the pâté
before you could say pig liver. *gag* (So, she’s clearly the child that will
emigrate with me.)
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