The Rocket Scientist and I took a day trip to Strasbourg, where we mangled the French language, ate gelato in the freezing cold, and he bought me a lovely pair of earrings that remind me slightly of femurs. An excellent day.
Strasbourg calls itself the “Capital of Christmas,” and takes that title very seriously. There were eleven different Christkindlemariks spread throughout the city and all the buildings were covered in lights, ornaments, and stuffed polar bears (you’ll see).
They don’t dress up the cathedral, though, which is a shame. ‘Cause it sure isn’t much to look at…
After admiring 17th century vandals, The Rocket Scientist and I discovered flambee. French bread topped with butter, goat cheese and bacon. Viva la France!
After eating our weight in cheese, we timidly ventured into Hermes, where the door had a doorman and nothing had a price tag. Which means those scarves I took were free, right? Right.