The village square.

I read somewhere, always an inauspicious way to start a sentence, that Strasbourg is a frenchification of the German Strass-burg. Which roughly translated would make it that town of streets. An apt title indeed. Squashed all together, like I'm sure most of Western Europe, Strasbourg seems to surprise me daily with new routes to get from A to Z. There are countless roads spiraling out from 'les places', little squares of open space. Like light columns for the city, so that no one gets too claustrophobic running to and fro down the alleyways. This has the unfortunate side effect of making navigation difficult. The other night I discovered this pleasant little late-night eatery which I promised myself I would return to. After days of searching I still haven't rediscovered its location. It is like the idea of the disappearing store in children's literature, one day it is there but when you need it next poof its gone and no one has heard of it. In Strasbourg that seems less a flight of fancy then a reality of every-day life.