Oh So Cute In Colmar
Colmar generally looks like a post card, at least the part of it where we’re staying, which is called La Petite Venise, Little Venice, because of its canals. We came for the first days of the annual Christmas markets, thinking we’d escape the madding crowds. Boy was that ever wrong.
Right outside our front door is the Children’s Market, a hotbed of strollers and googly-eyed kids wanting to go on the pony roller coaster ride. In addition to the hot wine, vin chaud, that’s on every street corner, this market also features hot apple juice for the little ones, and a fair selection of toys. It’s a madhouse. But once through our front door, and out the back one
we’re on a huge private deck overlooking the canal, home to a pair of swans that appreciate bretzels, the local form of pretzels. I know this personally, as I was feeding them a bretzel when Shel snapped this picture. The splendid deck will be featured again later, as our kind landlords had told us that boats full of children would be singing right under our window as soon as it got dark, which indeed they were, as you shall see and hear.
But first we went shopping, which is, after all, what one does at Christmas markets. Shel needed breakfast food
and I wanted something interesting to drink.
Shel got a spiffy new hat, in which I think he looks adorable.
I really wanted one of these stork hats, but the one size fits most didn’t actually fit me. But later I was glad I hadn’t bought anything for myself because I felt justified in buying
a ravishing new jacket, in which I feel particularly chic.
And then, as night began to fall, Shel (who’s frileux, always cold) watched out the window
while I went out onto the aforementioned fabulous deck, and we were treated to a lovely musical moment
as boatloads of little boys drifted down the canal,
lined up in front of our apartment, and sang, ever so sweetly.Road Trips in Europe
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