After crossing the Vosges, the “French” discovered Alsace, the scent of brioche and wood, a planet apart, leaving a Christmas story. Under the trees of the villages carved, vineyards, Gothic gables, storks, studs under the snow, Kouglof buxom chubby sausages …
At first glance, Alsace is revealed as “the other Germany. The good, the beautiful, which made dream Nerval and Hugo. Soon, however, the pictures fade. We find that this land is anything but a warm German province: it was born well before Germany. And she shone during its long history.
Behind the icons of Hansi and soft gold of “Late Harvest” is at heart a community concern but welded in abundance, yet uneventful tortured by history.
Alsace charm, moves, impressive. For the “French”, it is a lesson of optimism, courage and solidarity, a kind of model. Alsace, it is not really France, but this is not Germany either!