We are in France, right? Officially, yes. But when you explore the Alsace part of it, you feel the spirit of the bordering Germany and near-by Swiss so powerfully, it makes you wonder. It’s just the feel of it. And even the French themselves later told me when I was listing the towns I had visited and loved in their precious country – ”Oh, but Colmar isn’t really French!”
Well in reality, you enjoy the lovely colourful houses and the Little Venice quarter too much to honestly care. It is just so pretty.
So, you exercise your legs a bit while turning your head around looking for the winner street, before deciding there are many and finally tasting la tarte flambée, the Alsatian pizza, with a glass of wine or beer – evidently, they are both good here – and then you chill in the evening breeze next to the canal and observe the always photographing crowds … or a drunkenly entertaining bunch on a bachelor party if you have our kind of luck.