Haven’t written in a month. Probably thought I was dead, huh?
Not at all.
But now everything’s fine again. Still a busy bee, but not a chance of a heart attack in the near future.
There are good and bad news: My mom came to visit me and together we run off to (drum roll, please) Strasbourg. On the other hand, it only lasted two days; then she had to leave and I had a pile of homework sitting on my desk to catch upon with.
As well as many photos and much more food nostalgia. She tricked me into trying foie gras without me knowing what it actually is. Somewhere between “omnomnom” and “hmmm” – I can get very verbal when I’m enjoying my food – I decided to ask what it was. “Duck liver.”
I still find pretty sick the idea of turning duck livers into something edible, like was that really necessary? Was there some absurd lack of food and they decided to produce foie gras? Guess I’ll never know, but now I’ve gone duck, I’m never going back.
What was I saying?
The beautiful cathedral of Strasbourg.
That’s my wonderful mom. Grabbing coffee while sightseeing wasn’t such a good idea, since one needs two hands to use properly a DSLR. I’m a little tyrant, so I asked her to “hold my cup for a sec” for about 2.567 times.
The view from the top of the cathedral. 66 meter tall and 330 steps (yes, you read right) later, we were able to admire Strasbourg from above. #no_regrets
In case you were wondering, no, I didn’t have all four of my wisdom teeth extracted before leaving for Strasbourg. 😛
Oh, you’re going to love this. According to Wikipedia – as well as the audio guide of the boot tour, which were handed down to us by charming, tanned Alsatian men – that’s how this picturesque part of the city took his name:
The name Petite-France (“Little France”) was not given for patriotic or architectural reasons. It comes from the “hospice of the syphilitic” (Hospice des Vérolés, in French), which was built in the late fifteenth century on this island, to cure persons with syphilis, then called the “French disease” in German, Franzosenkrankheit.
(My sincerest apologies to all my French readers and friends. We all know that syphilis is the “Grey’s Anatomy Season 1 disease”, right?)
Yep, it’s exactly what it looks like: vintage Yves Saint Laurent (someday I’ll be able to pronounce it without making a fool of myself).
The view from the boat tour.
Hello, future apartment!
Let me see, which building did the guide tell us this is?
While everybody was rising from their seats, trying to take proper photos of it (too lazy too bother standing up, I was lecturing my mom about how interesting the choice of words in the translation of the oversized poster. You see they used the word “power” in English, while in German they chose “Stimme” (: voice, as well as vote) instead. Hmm…
Getting closer to the bridge where our boat trip started. The building in the photo is Palais Rohan, if I’m not terribly mistaken.
Zoom on the bridge… Wait, what do we have here? A couple that is about to get married!
Their wedding photos are going to be so Instagram/Facebook/Pinterest worthy!
Needless to say, all the German tourists in the boat started shouting “Kiss, kiss, kiss!”
At Parc de l’ Orangerie.
Festival Euroceltes in Strasbourg!
Because what could be sexier than bearded men in midi tartan skirts playing bagpipes?
See what I mean?
Our last dinner in Strasbourg. Of all the ways my parents can spoil me – even though they’re totally not that kind of people – using food and wine is absolutely the best one. I still wouldn’t say no to a new pair of shoes, though.
To be honest, I’m not a huge meat fan, but this trip in Alsace succeeded in converting me into a full-blown carnivore. Even though all meat was a little more… pink than I’m used to, it was insanely tender and well cooked. Check the photos below to see what I mean.
Sorry for the lack of focus in this photo, I just was at a loss for words when I saw this little mountain of Choucroute (directly translated: sour cabbage) and meat in my mom’s plate. She could use a helping hand to manage all this food and I was happy to oblige.
Something that I love when I’m in restaurants with my mom is that we both love to challenge our palates by trying out new dishes.
Omnomnom… Do you know that feeling when you smell something magical in a restaurant and it turns out to be your order? That’s how it felt.
And a last one photo, taken a few minutes before our departure…
Love how they decided to preserve the old building.
That’s all for today!
Hope you enjoyed my new post!