Ah, Strasbourg… from the Place Gutenberg to the charm of the pretty parks, the smiling Strasbougeois look after the city with love.
The half-timbered houses surround the Quai de Turckheim under the gentle gaze of the old plane tree; and, in front of the pink sandstones of Notre-Dame, I pass by Monet, Gauguin and Renoir, between two cruises on the canal.
The place is a postcard in which one relishes: choucroute or baeckeoffe, I’ve been hesitating for a while in the Maison Kammerzell of the beautiful Alsace. Then, night falls on Petite France, as it is called; the postcard is not as clear, but it is still as charming.
I’m going home soon, my trip is coming to an end. But one thing is sure, I’m bringing back in my suitcase the friendliness, the joy, the kougelhopf and the soft air, this beautiful scented candle and my memories.