"Let's find a bakery with cakes!!! I have a hangover. It's all your fault for making me drink all that wine.I don't even like wine."; I said to The Husband.
He rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to question my desire to eat cakes first thing in the morning.
Later on, whilst sitting in a bakery overloading myself with sugar and caffeine, I took a good look at the little village (Eguisheim) and exhaled loudly: "This is just too much pretty. Does Hollywood even know about this place?"
"Hollywood?" The Husband was perplexed.
"Yes, Hollywood. Because if they don't know, I think we should tell them. They should most definitely make "Hansel and Gretel" here. I mean, I would watch it. And if I would watch it, EVERYONE would watch it. You know I have impeccable taste in movies, darling."
He rolled his eyes a bit more and continued drinking his coffee in silence.
Later on, we drove to Kaysersberg and Turckheim.
Kaysersberg was even prettier than Eguisheim.
"How is this EVEN possible???? I can't take this much pretty in one day."; I said to no one in particular whilst furiously snapping away with my camera.
"You know what I said earlier about making "Hansel and Gretel" in Eguisheim? Scrap that! I changed my mind. They should make it here. They should make ALL fairy tales here. Every single one of them. Do you think Brothers Grimm roamed around here back in the day collecting material for their tales? I bet they did."; I said without pausing for breath.
Turckheim was marginally less pretty, but they had WW2 reenactment going on.
"Oh, look...they must be reenacting how they surrendered and collaborated with the Germans."; I announced.
Alas, no....they were pretending they were on the righteous side all along.
"How ruddy well dare they!!! That is not how it went down. We all know they had their asses saved by the British, Americans and Russians. Pffffttt!"
I wanted to pass them by and mutter "Collaborators!!!" under my breath, but all the people were much too nice and friendly so I kept quiet. Still...."collaborators!"
The next day it was time for Strasbourg and the flight home.
The weather wasn't great in Strasbourg, but we managed to have a little look around nonetheless.
"Strasbourg looks just like the Dutch Masters landscapes."; I announced.
"What? Pretty and with magical golden light?"; asked The Husband.