Shallow Pockets Brimming with Snails & Puppydog Tails

Strasbourg was vastly, vastly different from Paris. The moment we emerged from our train there was a sense of calm and reassurance that washed over me. This city was much more my style. Much more comfortable and lived in. Kind of the thrift-store-sister of the capital. With a much more eclectic array of building styles and street fashion [sorry, but Parisian fashion is timid and boring. I much preferred the colors and textures of the bicycling Strasbourgians].

 Bikes on bikes on bikes outside of the train station. I knew I was going to like this city.

 

First Barca and now Strasbourg? Most Americans couldn't care less about the NBA, so why are the Lakers all over Europe?

All of the buttons and manuals were in French so dad couldn't figure out the basics on the rental, haha.

My favorite hotel of this trip lay on the sleepy little street above. It was absolute perfection, from our cathedral-view to the intricate vintage details of the staircase to the fact that I had my OWN ROOM away from my father's snoring! I could have stayed here the whole trip!

 

[The hours of walking in the rain in Paris morphed my little cold into a full blown monster so forgive the pale sickliness of the pictures until Heidelberg.]

 When in France... SNAILS. I actually really like escargot. Whenever butter is the main ingredient my taste buds are almost certainly won over. Daddy was excited by how big his pizza was [portions in Europe just aren't what they are back home].

Europeans are so liberal with dogs! They ride on the subway, accompany you into clothing boutiques and even wander around restaurants while you're munching. Could you imagine if someone tried to let their dog, and an unleashed one at that!, join them at Kyma? We'd be shut down faster than you can say Pano.

Je t'aime belle Strasbourg...