Yesterday, in an autumn of uncommonly mild temperatures, I had lunch at the restaurant Au Pont M. in Wissembourg (France), right at the German border, where most of our friendly neighbours speak German and French, often changing language in the middle of the sentence. At 29 € the "cheapest" menu, I thoroughly enjoyed along with a wonderful pinot gris:
Velouté de potimarron, accras de crevettes et chantilly au curry
Cream of pumpkin soup with shrimp crullers and curry flavoured whipped cream
Paleron de veau confit 8h, blinis de pomme de terre et embeurrée de chou vert aux noisettes
Braised piece of veal shoulder, potato blinis, kale with hazel nut
Tiramisu aux poires bio pochées et pain d'épices, sorbet chocolat Nut'Alsace
Tiramisu with poached pears and honey bread with Alsatian chocolate-and-nut sorbet
I had not realised that it was armistice day (11 November) in France, a holiday. Not so in Germany, where the day has not made it into the schedule of holidays, presumably because it took Germans longer to see in the armistice the advantages of peace rather than feel the pain of defeat.
Wissembourg is a small city full of thrilling beauty. We continued to the Rhine watching birds of passage preparing for departure in the nature park of Northern Alsace. Back via Lauterbourg, the town in France the farthest from the coastline (once defiantly home to one of the best fish restaurants of France), where we watched the Martin's parade, which I so enjoyed as a child. Further on to Schweigen at the southern end of the German wine route. And then in no time back home.