Saturday was spent walking about Strasbourg, from the model car store on our street that provides a daily dose of obsessive pointing and screetching from our little monkeys...
to the farmers' market at Place des Rohan...
to an art market at Place de Zurich (none of the market art in the pictures, though. Just local architecture and a look at our leavings from the coffee we had there on our way back through after lunch)...
to a late lunch at our erstwhile favourite neighbourhood restaurant, Al Boustane (that is, we used to live in the neighbourhood and used to eat well there often, despite the definate lack of aesthetic pull - and that's putting it very lightly), to a lovely little courtyard that invited us in...
to the toilets and the courtyard at the Rohan Palace...
to the carousel at Place Gutenberg...
and back home to an evening of chatting with Eric & Joël (of which the only existing pictures are of my attempt at an Eva Longoria smile)...
Sunday was meant to be spent mushroom hunting, but things didn't turn out at all as we'd expected. Here is an overview of the odd meal on the strange terrace of Au Boeuf, in Barr; followed by the antics on said terrace; followed by a walk into the vineyards, at which point half of us realised that the other half was missing (and vice versa). There was a long wait among the grapes, a reunion and a walk back down towards the train station, with a stop in ye aulde favourite Winstub, Au Tonnelet.
And here, at long last, is the Badger! Tomi had been staring at something to my right for a few moments, when he suddenly turned and grabbed my arm, saying, "Mommy! Look!" then lapsed into this silent scream face. After another moment or two, he said, "This!" and pointed to the stuffed badger in the corner, then did the (now recognisable as the badger) face again:
