We said goodbye to Zurich on a Saturday morning, eager to arrive in Lyon, France and see our friends that afternoon.
Little did we know that there was a strike. Of course. France, why you gotta be so stereotypical?
The nice man at the information booth told me that the next train for Lyon wasn't until 5:00 that night (instead of the noon train we were supposed to take). I laughed, and asked him for details, all the while Carl was standing next to me looking supremely confused. He doesn't speak French. Anyway...
So began our day in Mulhouse.
It is a very pretty city in the Alsace region of France. The old city center looked like it came out of a story book.
When Carl and I decided we drank too many coffees, we sat on the steps of this awesome old church, ate sandwiches, and goofed around.
The church had writing on it in German. This region of France went back and forth between France and Germany for a long time. There's your history lesson for today.
The SNCF (French railway) was on strike the whole time we were in France, actually. Luckily this was the only train it ever disturbed.
I wasn't too upset about it- free day trip!
Vive la France!
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