So, after our brekkie in Strasbourg and a rather massive
effort to get out of the carpark we’d made a massive effort to get into (Julie
the manager of the wee inn lead us into a different entrance, therefore a
different section of the car park and for the life of all 4 of us (including
Andy the go to guy in such matters) we COULDN’T FIND THE BLOODY CAR!!). But as things do, it all came right in the
end and created more memories because I have the belief that the not perfect
experiences can be the best (as long as it’s all not perfect then it’s just plain
shitty but that doesn’t happen on my watch.
Well never say never but not so far).
Anyway
after brekkie and our wander to Petite France we headed off to a couple
of quintessential Alsace villages.
Namely Riquewihr and Ribeauville.
Both are knockouts but gotta say there were so many of us tourists it
took the gleen off for me. When we went
through this same region with Katya 3 months earlier it was so lovely and quiet
because it was just after Christmas season and when we came ourselves twice
previously in consecutive early Novembers it was the same, blissfully quiet and
a sight of utter beauty. It is not great
to be in the throngs of bloody tourists (and I know we are them but...) and
this wasn’t even remotely as busy as these places can get. These places are classically very pretty and
Ribeauville, with the castle on the hill above is gorgeous. It is hard to imagine being the same town we
had lunch a couple of years ago and my first coq au riesling (umm, yummm). I digress....
We were there for lunch and thankfully, being a
tourist part of France lunch lasted a little longer than the classic 12-1330
after that all bets are off and patisserie(s) are closed. We found a good place just off
the main village road. I got the last of
the white asparagus, it was very sadly overcooked. The rest who wanted the white asparagus had
yummy Tarte flambée (Flammkuchen in German) which when done correctly are
beautifully thin bases with a little cream, onion, maybe mushroom, always dry
cured bacon. Very delicious and I dipped
out with my rather sad looking, overcooked white asparagus (in season and
bloody expensive). Ho humm..... we did a
better job of the white asparagus in Sig (once simply roasted and once shaved
with truffle oil as an entree – that was gorgeous). Anyway a good lunch, lovely wander and then back to our favourite spot - Sig.
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