Hotel de la Gare
From the moment you cross the border in Saarland and enter France, things change. The omnipresent sense of efficiency and cleanness that even small rural German communities breathe, gives way to a certain kind of indifferent attitude towards change, let alone perfection. At least, when you are in a small French town like Wissembourg, directly on the border, in the perifery of the country. An almost forgotten place, where trains stop, because they can't continue there journey into Germany. Because these are the Saar and Elsace regions - and if there was ever an area where borders changed within a few decades, it is here.
So, here's where we drank our coffee, in the café of a hotel that looked like you've found yourself in the 1950s. Drab colours and faded tablecloths, but the coffee was fine. Although it took some time to find someone to pay for it. Life does have a different pace here. Welcome in the Hotel de la Gare.
Hotel de la Gare
From the moment you cross the border in Saarland and enter France, things change. The omnipresent sense of efficiency and cleanness that even small rural German communities breathe, gives way to a certain kind of indifferent attitude towards change, let alone perfection. At least, when you are in a small French town like Wissembourg, directly on the border, in the perifery of the country. An almost forgotten place, where trains stop, because they can't continue there journey into Germany. Because these are the Saar and Elsace regions - and if there was ever an area where borders changed within a few decades, it is here.
So, here's where we drank our coffee, in the café of a hotel that looked like you've found yourself in the 1950s. Drab colours and faded tablecloths, but the coffee was fine. Although it took some time to find someone to pay for it. Life does have a different pace here. Welcome in the Hotel de la Gare.