Aller a Strasbourg
World Cup 2006: Wandering Europe
SNAPSHOTS:
1. Paris et Les Invalides
2. Zidane, Ribery, et le Trocadero at Midnight
4. The Autobahn and the Art of Happiness
5. What Happened in Berlin
6. My Birthday: Berlin in Summer
7. Back in the Thick of It: Ghana v USA
8. Sam's Army, Cognitive Dissonance, and Facepaint
9. Born in the USA
10. "USA!" he yelled. "USA!"
11. And our best player left the field on a stretcher.
12. We watched happily as the scores of passing Ghanai...
 Strasbourg |
The next morning I had to hurry. I boarded a train to Strasbourg, a small French city near the German border. Sun and rain and lush lovely green countryside flowed by before my eyes. At the Strasbourg station, Noémie and Jacques, a brother-sister tandem I'd met at Burning Man 2004, met me. We walked out of the station right into a perfect small city. Narrow streets of cafes and shops. A stunning thousand-year-old cathedral. A city center free of cars. A world without parking lots.
And so here I am in Strasbourg. The world is a playground.