We left Strasbourg on the 4th of April, drove west a bit and then down the east side of the Vosges Mountains to Colmar for two days. We took the back roads through towns not even on the "never lost" on our car. We got turned around a time or two and had to use it to get us pointed straight again. It kept putting us on the major roads.
One reason we wanted to be on the back roads is that the valley between Colmar and Strasbourg is somewhat famous for having lots of castles and I like castles, actually we both like them. This is the Haut-Koenigsbourg Castle. Mentioned in history for the first time in the 12th century. It has changed ownership, fate and wars until the Thirty Years War when the Swedes captured, looted and burned it. The Thirty Years War was between 1618-1648, in case you forgot. (it was on the tip of my tongue).
King Wilhelm II of Germany started the restoration in 1908 as part of the "Germanization of this part of France after the Franco -Prussian War. He did a good job too. Had archeologists do the whole bit, artifacts, rooms, like a museum.
Such a grand place. I think Patt and I could make it work as a residence. We would need a staff, but we could do it. We would have room for guests too.
The path up for tourists is a bit of a hike, without it, tough. I imagine the Swedes in the 1400s were a pretty tough crowd.
Colmar is as far as we could tell a tourist town. Picturesque, and small and lots of stores and such catering to tourists. We were blessed with mostly absolutely miserable weather, cold and rain, some more cold and more rain. We did have great accommodations. Third building from left, third floor, one bedroom, three room apartment! Patt does just fine picking our location.
And the view from our living room window during one of the brief times with little rain.
One advantage of a rainy day is that it gave me a chance to ask about "seeing a doctor" finding that it was "not difficult" from the pharmacist that had helped me with ear drops. We found the Dr.'s office and I have a very sore throat and am on antibiotics. The Dr spoke some English, had the right tools, looked in the right places, said my ear hurt because of the pressure from my throat and be sure to finish medicine and if any return of sore throat see a Dr immediately. So I slept a good part of a rainy afternoon.
Near Colmar there is an old Medieval town or town still like it was in Medieval times. In appearance anyway. Being cold and rainy, we walked around a bit, saw another couple doing like wise and said enough of a good time try again another day. Bet it is nice.
But the eating, oh the dining, goodness, should have just written about this. Goodness, restaurant cafe, brassiere, bar, where ever has never disappointed. Some have been better than others and some well some has been whoa Nellie!
This place, puppets hanging from the ceiling like some macabre cell block on a rainy night was a hoot. Our waitress a young woman who would make Nurse Ratchet of "One Flew Over the Coo Coo Nest" appear kindly. I was afraid of her. Patt kept telling me she would not hurt us. I was not sure. I had French Onion Soup, very good, decided to go next with the vegetable soup (sore throat and all) it was green, very green, dark green. I thought lettuce? We think it was broccoli, pureed broccoli — needed salt.
To brighten things up, and find Nurse Ratchet's cousins, we drove 25 miles to the east, crossed the Rhine into Germany, little town of Breach-am-Rhein, Germany. Did the "danka, bitte, pointed at the menu and had coffee and would you look at that. Apple strudel and cream. It was good.
Wish we had a better picture of this place —here we had purred beef wrapped in a pie shell and wrapped and slow cooked for hours and sliced and you just ought to try some, This and several places we ate had only seating for 18-26 customers and would do only a single seating an evening. We have had braised pig knuckle, Rhein salmon, boeuf, and more. We also like Burgundy wine, fruity, dry, and with a bit of tannin. One of the restaurants gave us a couple of samples to help us choose our bottle. We like this place— meaning France.
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Tomorrow to Jutigny for an overnight at a county chalet. The Le Moulin de Gouaix.
then to Paris by noon on Thursday.






















































