Straβburg

 Friends,

Here I present to you, briefly, some images of Strasbourg taken not by myself (for as you know I lack a camera), but rather another student promenading with me at the time. This is the view of the towers in the area known as Petite France (called such by the Germans because it housed criminals and prostitutes, and was thus characterized by sexual diseases such as syphilis, which originated in France, and you know the French are very dirty). Lovely story, isn't it? But I do enjoy the quaint trivia that arise from old cities; they practically reek of history.

In other news, I've discovered that Germany is but a bike ride or bus fare away, and home to cheaper clothes, toiletries and groceries. Just a short trip to the Rhine, and a lovely bridge to cross brings me to another land. My first trip to Germany (on Saturday), though, was marked by ordering Italian ice cream in French from a Turkish woman who spoke to us in Portuguese. And it seems that every time I get lost in Strasbourg (which of course rarely happens), I almost end up in Germany -- indicated by signs informing me that Kehl, Allemagne is not far, turn left here.

But here, have some more pictures of Straβburg (as the Germans l'épellent):

  

A pluss,
Alison