Today’s cheeky parkup is through a hole in the wall. Well on its way to ruin, the parking lot appears to belong to an ex military administration building.
The walls show the pockmarked scars of war. It’s hard to decide if the squatters are moving in or are being forced out. We decide to reconnoiter because we’re hungry, it’s France and there’s a good chance of there being a patisserie in town.
We happen upon a large paved open town square in this tidy town, where small businesses have gathered on the periphery. The square is dominated by a large cathedral featuring flying buttresses and a strange flat topped bell tower whose spire must have topped over at some point.
From across the square Yours Truly spied what might be that patisserie mentioned earlier. Turned out to be the real thing.
After touring the town for a while and discussing what we might scrounge up for dinner from the larder in EV, we both came up with the solution, take out pizza. Yeah I know, doesn’t everybody come to France for pizza? Phalsbourg is not a nightlife kind of town.
So just when we began reaccesing our situation we turned a corner and a tiny shop was just opening up.
It’ll be a few minutes for the wood fire to heat up.
Wood fired pizza in a tiny town in northern France! Kismet.
It was getting dark now and we were determined to eat at home so it was a quick trip across the square with time out for one last shot.
