Sitting in the lobby of the THREE star hotel that J and I have decided upon for our stay in Strasbourg, France's most German city. I am supremely content with these accomodations, which are a departure from our original plan, and respresent the second time this week that I've privileged cleanliness over cost. While travelling alone, it made sense to stay in hostels (and I found one EXCELLENT one in Marseille, called Vertigo), since I was often able to meet and hang with people there. However, now that J and I have met up, we've made a collective decision to direct some funding towards pristine accomodations.
One change of plans from earlier this week, which also landed me a sweet spot to sleep, was a trip to Dijon. I spent less than 24 hours there, but enjoyed a good run in one of the several parks, as well as an afternoon at the Musée des Beaux-Arts, where I fell hard for an artist named Picquart, whose style reminded me of Chagall in form and Gauguin in color. From Dijon (where, by the way, I did make a point of buying mustard), I made my way to Paris to meet up with J and a friend of his.
Now we are enjoying the very different feel of Strasbourg and are excited for a day-long bicycle trip tomorrow, from Sélestat south through Haut-Rhin to Colmar, along La Route des Vin, or the Wine Road. We are also planning a foray into French cinema tonight, and are looking forward to testing our comprehension skills with a movie called Le premier qui l'a dit, or The first one who said it. Neither of us cares too much about the plot, which may end up being a good thing!
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