We are not alone anymore...
We are not alone anymore
in the sunny and clear ancient streets of Nancy.
Morning mist is fading away...
We stroll over the desert streets of the old centre of Nancy.
The milky morning mist, which had welcome us when we arrived is fading away,
leaving place to a glorious blue sky,
which match well the colours of the town.
Nobody is around, either all the inhabitants are at work or they are hidden somewhere to create new recipes based on Bergamot or Mirabelle plums.
Actually we have found out that in the lovely town of Nancy (as probably in all the region of Lorraine) they are nicely obsessed with Bergamot and Mirabelle plums that are present every where and under all culinary forms.
I dare to say that at a very low voice…nearly whispering…
Sergey and I tasted conscientiously several dishes and sweets with bergamot flavour…and both of us deeply disliked it!
I hope all kind people of Nancy will forgive us.
Inside the church of St. Epvre
The church of St. Epvre,
rebuilt between 1864 and 1874 on the site of an old church
of the 13th, 14th and 15th centuries,
has a fine spire and belfry and good stained glass windows.
Blue and beige are the colours
The richness of gates....
Nancy welcomes us veiled by mist...
A day trip to the nearby region…Lorraine.
We arrived to Nancy, the historical capital of Lorraine,
in a misty morning, which tastes already the bitter sweet atmosphere of deep autumn.
What a change – we thought- from the sunny and bright Strasbourg.
The rest will prove that we were wrong in being so hesitating…
Nancy is totally different from Alsatian towns,
even though it’s relatively very close to Alsace.
The colours immediately marked the difference, nothing in pastel colour, fairy tale like.
On the opposite the main features are sober light creamy beige and a bright blue.
Walking to the centre we discovered one of the most beautiful squares of France.
Place Stanislas, known colloquially as the place Stan'.
The square was a major project in urban planning imagined by Stanis³aw Leszczyñski,
Duke of Lorraine and former King of Poland,
as a way to link the medieval old town of Nancy and the new town built under Charles III in the 17th century.
The morning mist gives definitely a little unreal look to the square…
Maybe it even increases its charm.
Back to Strasbourg...Let's be Epicurean
The two kind and faithful regular visitors of this unpretentious travel diary have already known what an Alsatian “Winstub“
Since Sergey and I are both curious gourmands
(and – let me affirm that proudly – good cooks too),
it’s time now to speak a little of Alsatian gastronomy.
In this Winstub they seem to be specialized in cooking Baeckeoffe one of the typical traditional Alsatian dishes.
Sergey wanted to get the recipe…
More or less it’s a kind of -delicious- stew.
Pieces of lamb, beef and pork meat, which have marinated in white wine,
with spices and vegetables and then are put in layers,
alternated with slices of potatoes,
covered with their marinade, into a peculiar casserole of terracotta,
with a cover carefully sealed with a thin piece of bread dough.
The casserole must put in oven and cook quietly for a long time…
at the end you take off the cover and enjoy your Baeckeoffe!
It's time to leave Colmar...
A last glance at a pastel colour reflection,
the lazy song of the canal,
impressions of a precious day.
Postcard from the past...
Petals and autumn leaves...
A sumptuous liquid carped to lead us to the end of the ride…
And suddenly all become nearly abstract in the unusually bright early afternoon of October.
The old flat wooden boat slides away withouth noise...
Hush, hush...don't disturb the birds...
We are like shy guests appraoching the private abode of the river birds...