Category: Strasbourg

Strasbourg
Get your kit off

Any visit to the Strasbourg-Alsace region wouldn’t be complete without a quick nip across the border to the famous spa town of Baden-Baden for a dip in the waters.Eaux les bains There are two sets of baths that you can check into for a few hours of relaxation: the Friedrichsbad, which is advertised as a “Roman-Irish” spa, and the Caracalla, an all-encompassing spa for the masses. The Roman-Irish experience, although I have yet to experience it myself, combines classic hot baths (Roman) with sadistic cold ones (Irish) […]

Strasbourg
Am I the only man in the room?

Yes, you are. All of the students around you, including a not insignificant number on foreign exchange programmes, and the teacher are indeed … female. Unfortunately you are also old enough to have fathered most of them … except the teacher.”
… said my ethereal self to my other inner self last Wednesday morning at approximately o’eight hundred hours (for we use the twenty-four hour clock in France); drawing my attention to the general genre of my surroundings.[…]

Strasbourg
Back to school …

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Strasbourg
Planet Sushi: what planet are they on?

When it comes to food I am always ready to try something new. However, since accidentally ordering whole, cold, curried squid for breakfast in Yogjakarta some years ago, I do now at least make a point of knowing what it is I’m biting into first. My gung-ho days are long gone.

It is with this spirit that I approached a recent takeaway menu shoved through the door from Strasbourg’s newest Sushi restaurant: Planet Sushi. […]

Life in France, Strasbourg
Students Fuck School

Students Poor EnglishAs an expat you frequently have to put up with the locals butchering your mother tongue in person, (“Air io ingleesh?”), in punctuation (sandwich’s) and incomprehensible (mental wear, le fooding). Normally this doesn’t bother me. If anything, it reminds me that however bad my French may be it will never be as heinous as some of the locals’ English, and let’s be honest now – sometimes it can be quite amusing! […]