But then, this is what the streets look like today and I am sure, a couple of hundred years ago, they also looked like this. Ladies, wear your comfort shoes. No fancy shoes on this street.
Our dear hostess, Lily, prepared us dinner one night and we were impressed. As is typical in France, dinner hour is 8 p.m. Okay, I will admit it....I am usually relaxing and getting ready for bed at this hour of the night. But, when in Rome, or France.... We started with Cremant, an Alsatian sparking wine and warm pretzels out of the oven. Then, one hour later, after chatting with our hosts and the other guests staying in the B and B, we had a lovely lettuce salad and Zwiebel kuchen (onion tart) hot out of the oven. Oh, Yum!!
Then came the main course. Roasted duck breast with pinot noir sauce, haricot verts wrapped in bacon and steamed, half a tomato topped with bread crumbs and herbs and broiled in the oven and gratin potatoes. Everything tasted wonderful, but it was too much food. After all, by this time, we were close to 10 p.m. The 6 of us guests drank two bottles of pinot noir with the meal. Then came the cheese course. Six different cheeses to eat with sliced bagette. We tried a local muenster cheese on which you spooned caraway seeds. Very nice. By the way, these caraway seeds tasted like none I have ever had before. They were vibrant and strong and very, very good.
Then came a pause, a slight pause. Then we were presented with a rhubarb pie with a crisp shell and a light custard on the rhubarb and a beautiful meringue. We finally left the table shortly after 11 p.m. It was so good, but as Americans, we are not used to eating so late in the evening and then...simply going to bed. We were not hungry at breakfast. I wonder why?