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Strasbourg - The Capital of Christmas

This shall be my last post of my Christmas trip.  Prior to my trip, I told my friends that it's gonna be a chilled out trip for me.  I don't need to go Christmas Markets, nor the museums... I will be very happy to nua (laze) at home, chat, catch up, read a book, read magazine (thanks Sabrina, your English gossip magazines came in handy), snooze... you get the idea.  So when I arrived, indeed I didn't want to go anywhere and I was very happy staying in.  On my last second day, Pris and Stephan suggested going to Strasbourg.  Ooh Strasbourg... that is one of the cities which I have wanted to go.  But wait, isn't that in France?  "Yes" they answered, "but it's a 1.5h drive away from here in Stuttgart".  Sounds interesting, plus I think I should at least go out for one day in my 5 day trip here isn't it?  After much debate as it was already noon, we decided to go for it.  Stephan said he could drive very fast lol.  We were aiming to arrive before 2.30pm where Pris' favourite Jap restaurant would close at that time for lunch.

Thank God for smooth traffic.  The drive was smooth and from German signs, slowly I realised we were surrounded by French signs.  And there was no border control.. how interesting.  I still brought my passport - in case!  Baby Sammy was such a good baby.  Once the car started moving, he slept and was quiet the whole time.  Even when he woke up, he just stared ahead at the cars in front of him (he enjoyed the front seat), and I remember Stephan had to check to see if he was awake - and indeed he was!  What a good boy to have!  (Still comparing him with the other scary wailing baby I mentioned before.)  And we arrived right at Sushido restaurant's doorstep at 2.20pm - hallelujah!



I was glad we came to Strasbourg because the Christmas lights are absolutely stunning and brought so much Christmas cheer in the streets.  The only dampener (literally) was the rain that afternoon.  Wow I haven't experienced such heavy rain for a long time!  We had to seek refuge a couple of times, but overall, it was a good day trip.

Christmas market still opened after Christmas, we were pleasantly surprised.

"Sammy, shall we trade places?  You look so comfy and warm in there..."

PrisSteph brought me into a hidden alley where we saw this beautiful hotel

The lovely Tews family

Love all the decor

Crossing the river to the old town

We found ourselves in this beautiful square with lots of people

Every building was dolled up for Christmas 

The very busy narrow street

In the midst of many shoppers, I had squeeze through to take a pic with me in it.

Teddy bears are used as part of the decor.  Sweet! 

Pris says we look like sisters here.  What do you think?

The majestic cathedral overshadowed by the Christmas market stalls

Stephan and me
As it is winter, the days are short so within 2h of us arriving, it started to turn dark.

Le Petit France



This wraps up another wonderful Christmas trip with the Tews.  Thank you so so much everyone, I love you guys and hope to see you all soon!  God bless you! :)

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