Colmar Part II

When we returned to Colmar from Eguisheim we had a little downtime for reading and sleeping. We opened up windows on both sides of our attic apartment and let a nice cool breeze blow through. We also let in the music and other sounds from the hopping square below. During the day was an accordion player sounding out what I would describe as traditional tunes.  In the evening there was a sax player blowing out some cool jazz that filled the room while we were eating dinner. 

After our downtime we went out to wander the town and see if we could get lost. But before getting lost we took a self guided tour and discovered some interesting things about the city.  Such as the figure or this person who went by the name 'the meter man'.  The rule in his hand was the standard measure of length in Colmar.  It was important for the regional traders to standardize their units so as to facilitate commerce. 

As a tax dodge, the building owners, who were taxed on the area of the first floor, built as high as they could and cantilevered over the street with successive stories. I don't know what the building codes were, if any, but if you did not do a good job then down came your building. The brown one down this street has just a little sag. 

When the tour concluded we changed it up and wandered down any interesting streets and alley ways saw until we spotted a sandwich board advertising crêpes.  The last time the kids had crêpes was four years ago in Prague and Tara was not too psyched about that experience.  I think it had something to do with the Nutella and jelly she put in it.  She cannot get enough Nutella on this trip so it must have been the jelly combo. 

We sat down and ordered a single crêpe for the girls to split to see if they would have a different opinion this time. When we ordered the single crêpe the woman waiting our table muttered ridiculous, twice. It does not take a French linguist to figure that one out. So we said au revior.  In all fairness, she may have thought that we were going to sit there for 3 hours on one crêpe.  Here is a shot we took just before our humiliation ;-). 

All was not lost.  We found a crêpe street vendor soon after and we were back in business.  Patt and I decided to start them with a simple sugar ingredient and nothing fancy, just to baseline a taste for them.  They both loved it. Riley took to it like a snarling dog. That look in her eyes is the sheer ferocity of a half starved lion shredding her victim and ready to take on all culinary competitors, like her sister who is actively trying to yank it from her jaws.  

We wrapped up our walking about and called it a day and prepare for dinner in the attic. Tara was the solo creator of Pattis birthday dinner with this fantastic salad dressed with some oil and vinegar packs that we had leftover from the Mothers Day lunch that Tara and Riley had catered from Subway for Patti.  We also enjoyed some of the local cheese and meat. Topped off with, drum roll please, more chocolate.

We then sent the kids to their room which they did not complain about one bit. And they actually went to bed early on this night. 

Images in 2015 Colmar.