I already considered myself a connoisseur of Germany and German culture, and in that trip I had just become acquainted with the French bon vivant way of life. Parisians certainly know how to wander the streets or read newspapers in the park as if they are meant to be part of the scenery. As if you were meant to photograph them… Or envy them.
Germans, on the other hand, besides knowing how to make beer, are also very fond of punctuality, and why not say they are actually proud of their bureaucratic, yet efficient routine.
By the time in my life I had discovered the previous two pieces of information, and had enough time to certify and digest them, I arrived in Colmar. As if dreaming about living in, at least, three other countries I had visited before hadn’t ruined my brain enough…
Colmar is so well-kept, so well decorated with flowers, has such intact half-timbered buildings and clean streets that it looks like it is part of a fairy-tale story, just like the Brothers Grimm’s style. But at the same time, the sensation that you are still in France is undeniable: gourmet food, amazing white wine, the “waiter ritual”…
It was a Sunday, when most of stores and restaurants close, but I had the joy of witnessing the preparation and tasting the best Brezel I had ever tried in my life, completely changing my opinion about that dry weirdly-shaped bread.
The canals, the lanterns in the houses and on the streets, climbers giving the buildings even a more rustic air, the typical shutters, the competition of which city has more flowers… That makes the place look unreal, as if the traveler were immersed in a dream that seemed too real to believe.
That piece of land where the German organization meets the French self-indulgence: true perfection! Certainly “the best of all possible worlds” (Voltaire).
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Photos by Meiry Peruchi
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