I realize that this post is SUPER delayed seeing as part 1 was posted a few days before Christmas. I do apologize. Time has sort of gotten away from me. I can't believe it's already January 10th. Seriously, what the what?! Before you know it we will all be in our bikini's soaking up the rays of summer. Well, everyone except me since apparently the sun NEVER shines in Germany. I wish I were kidding. Anywho, blogging in general has taken a back burner to the holiday's and spending time with the hubby since he's been off work a lot here lately. Don't get me wrong, I love blogging and talking nonsense with the world, but with the military being as crazy as it is sometimes, I gotta soak up every second I get with the Mr., for tomorrow is never guaranteed. So, please forgive my absence. To get back into your good graces (and because I do love you), here is part 2 of our lovely trip to Strasbourg, France!
Last time, I left you all with a sleepy D at the Palais Rohan. It was obvious we needed to get some food in this boy's body or he was sure to turn into Mr. Crankypants. I've seen Mr. C all too often on our travels as of late, so we stopped by the one of the stands at the Christmas market and got one of these babies:
A real French baguette split in half and covered with bacon and Munster cheese...then they broiled it in a oven until the bacon got all crispy and the cheese got all melty. Oh. My. Gosh. Who knew something so simple could taste so amazing?! We all wanted seconds. To top it off, we each had a steaming hot mug of Vin Blanc Glühwein (white mulled wine), which also knocked my socks off. Finally, a happy and alert D returned to our pack.
After we filled our bellies, we hit the pavement in search of Strasbourg's historic La Petite France! Here are some photos of the sights along the way.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity (we may or may not have gotten a bit lost) we finally reached our destination! La Petite France! This area of Strasbourg is a neighborhood with an adorable collection of cobblestone roads, quaint restaurants, and medieval buildings. To be quite honest, it reminded me a lot of everything I see here in Germany. The cute timbered houses with flower boxes in the window...the whole German nine yards. While sweet, it left much to be desired for me. I'm pretty sure Rothenburg ob der Tauber ruined me forever. No city has been quite as cute to me yet.
Guess everyone wanted to visit this area at exactly the same time we did. It was crowded beyond belief! After an hour or two just wandering around taking in all that La Petite France had to offer, we decided to have a nice sit down meal at this unique French bistro:
Le Schnockeloch loosely means "Hole Mosquito". Now, I know what you guys are thinking. Why on earth would anyone want to eat there? Honestly, we literally just picked a place that looked cute and had reasonably priced fare. Eenie Meenie Miny Moe, done. This restaurant was named after an Alsatian song called "D'r Hans im Schnockeloch". The character in the song was created by a poet in the nineteenth century represents the Alsatian filled, but never satisfied with his lot in life. Apparently, there is a street still in Strasbourg that bares the name of the original locality of the farm-restaurant, a place infested with mosquitos whose owner made a fortune, but never stopped complaining. I promise, there were NO mosquitos dining with us that day. Crazy story, no?
On to the food porn!
(Taken from my iPhone)
Hello my yummy Coq au Vin. Get in my belly.
A bowl of Spätzel big enough to feed a small army.
Needless to say, the 6 of us never finished it off.
This culinary masterpiece was D's Veal Cordon Bleu.
Obligatory thumbs up photo shows a very happy camper.
What French meal would be complete without Crème Brûlée? Flambéed table side, no less.
Doesn't France look good on us?!
I sure think so. :)
After dinner, we had to start making our way back to the bus to head home. We had about 2 hours to kill, so we took our time, just meandering through town (bad idea, we had to run through the streets of Strasbourg later). We stumbled upon more Christmas markets and a lovely bakery where I bought my first real French macaroons. Le swoon. We also saw more Christmas lights than I'd ever seen in one city. Sensory overload. It was also a bit drizzly on our walk back, so please excuse the rain drops and smudges. I just couldn't keep my camera from snapping!
Around every corner we turned, there was a new and even more impressive display of Christmas lights. Talk about getting you in the holiday spirit! Strasbourg is the perfect place to do just that.
This alleyway was one big traffic jam. It was so beautifully decorated that it took every ounce of energy I had left in me to get out my camera and take a decent photo just so I could remember it.
Christmas on crack, I tell ya.
Seriously, where to look first?! Kind of reminds me of Bourbon Street, only wholesome and Christmassy.
Annnnndd the end. I know that ended kind of abruptly, but we got so caught up in the crowds and the Christmas lights that D and I got separated from our group and had to RUN back to the bus before it took off without us. No worries, we made it there, with time to spare. Our reward for such an amazing mad dash and 2.5 hour bus ride back to Wiesbaden? Six incredibly yummy macaroons from that little bakery we managed to sneak in before leaving. Heaven wrapped in cellophane.
Seriously, y'all...if you ever get the chance to explore France, make sure Strasbourg is on your list of cities to see. If you can make it there at Christmas time, major bonus points for you! It's a wonderful city rich in history, full of fabulous bistros and pâtisseries, and oozing French charm and culture. D and I can't wait until our next visit.