Strolling around Strasbourg

Last night, I was serenaded to sleep by a flotist hiding in a shop doorway playing Bolero counterpoint with the raucous hymn of the footballers.

There is always a parade somewhere in Centreville - today I think the Turks won something, but their car collapsed in the celebration.

I woke up this morning to the clamour of church bells - my room for the weekend overlooked the Strasbourg cathedral, from whence issued intonations and organ music.

Sadly, the Class of 2008 are a bunch of sleepyheads, so I am off exploring Strasbourg on my own this morning. zChocolade chaud and croissants in a café, listening to the sing-song of the regulars debating communism in Polish or Czech.

The cathedral looks almost naked without the scaffolding. There's the interminable strong wind blowing around the base, and it's time for me to leave again.