Sneaky Strasbourg

Forgot another place along the way…somewhere between eating Black Forest Cake and imagining infant Kronesy bouncing around Aachen, we managed to slip across the border for a quick visit to Strasbourg.

We didn’t think there would be such a change in culture just crossing a river but the difference was huge! Although you can tell the place used to be German by the buildings and some of the influence on the food and beer. We were only there for a night or two so I won’t put you through too much torture with my photos.

Cheer up Byrnesy, you have Beer and Flammekueche.

Still sad with his Rhubarb Tart.