Now in Strasbourg, Alsace, just a few kilometres from the border with Germany, and it’s a great city.
Long a bone of contention between France and Germany, the architecture of the place clearly reflects the latter, but the inhabitants are most definitely Gallic in language and culture.
Well, I got seriously into the Gallic spirit of the locals today, and did what they all do – buy a baguette from a boulangerie and nibble the top off while walking along the street.
Later on, in the shadow of Strasbourg’s amazing cathedral, I flung myself more fully into the national culture, or at least my clichéd version of it…
