Today, Fran & Mike climbed the 321 soft sandstone stairs of the Strasbourg cathedral with me.Like the centuries of graffiti engraved above the gargoyles, Strasbourg has left its mark on me.
The summer of hell, chilling on the back of Sam Suffi on the river and pedaling along endless canals. I won't miss the grimy streets, but I'm glad I spent a year here to really get to know it's byways.
A fond farewell to the sweet sounds of Strasbourg.
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