Getting to Colmar was harder tham I thought, I jumped train when I realised we were headed South, Basel is a border city and a rail intersection. Trains to Colmar were clearly marked. It’s a shame I couldn’t read human scrawlings. I had gleaned enough information by tuning my ears to place names refined by the emotional weight given to the words. Colmar sounded friendly. French was less guttural tham German I picked my train and was off again.
Climbing up to the luggage rack, I curled up inside a gentleman’s hat and fell asleep. The train lurched to a halt at Colmar, and a startled gentleman retrieved his hat as I made my escape.Time for some French cuisine. I scouted out the restaurants and bistros and my nose led me to Meilleur des Sens a restaurant with an extensive menu and easy access to their bins. Good lord, oysters and snails. I think I’m in heaven.
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