It’s not every morning where you hop on your bike, cycle through an ancient stone city gate, hear the merry tunes of an accordion player on the square, and set off on a day of cycling.
It’s not every afternoon where you climb a hill to gain a stunning view of hillsides, vineyards, small villages, and find a wooden bench and take a bite of crispy, tender Pain au chocolat, while church bells ring in the distance.
It’s not every evening where you sit in a sunny, crowded square, hear a cacophony of languages, eat Spaetzle, with creamy mushroom sauce, drink Riesling d’Alsace and and think… I am so grateful for all this.
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