Autumn: the crackling of leaves beneath my feet, the smell of fresh rain on the ground, the changing hues of leaves that add a different element to the city, the magical sight of beams of light peaking through trees,...
The bathtub sprang up from its spot nuzzled in the corner of the tiny bathroom and the bed had begun to walk out of the bedroom...
We passed through many vineyards and had some great views of castles up in the hills. We also passed through some really cute little villages with typical Alsatian houses.
I'd had raclette before at home - cheese melted on little spoons, then poured over potatoes and meats - but the raclette at La Cloche à Fromage was on a whole new level.
I have become addicted to watching Le Petit Journal. Though this cannot be taken as a sole source of news, I love watching their different take on events and I love having a good laugh.
I met Tété 2 years ago and I was looking forward to seeing him on stage in front of me.
I learned something about the correct way to serve hot chocolate that made me wonder just how knowledgeable I am of the French culture...
I did not take as many pictures as I wanted, so hopefully we get some more snow eventually. But I thought I would share the pictures that I did take. Enjoy!
Right when I walked in the door the baker pulled hot fresh croissants out of the oven. It started off my day in a great way!
One thing that I love about France is being surrounded by so many good pastries. There is no way I could possibly try all of them in a lifetime!