Wissembourg, Strasbourg, Colmar
These three towns share a style, with wood framed houses leaning over flower lined waterways, a postcard picture around every corner.
Scenic detours in the Alsace meant a late arrival into Strasbourg, with the only place left to stay a campsite on the German side, in Kehl.
As the Rhine cycle route is massively popular, this resembled a festival, but turned out to be surprisingly quiet.
Late arrival in Colmar meant I missed out on the Bertholi museum (guy who designed statue of liberty) but I did spend a couple of hours at Cite du Train, the French equivalent of York railway museum
The last three days has essentially been all following the river / canals, which has been easy but a bit dull, only punctuated by the passing barge traffic and foreshadowed thunderstorms, lots of herons, and far too many other cyclists with panniers.
Not a fan of that, as I'm used to meeting another long distance cyclist being a rare occurrence, worthy of a stop and a chat to compare notes, and locals looking at you like some weird exotic oddity rather than a "another one of those pesky wide loads"
So I guess I'm looking forward to getting into the hills again? Not sure my legs are though, having seen the upcoming elevation profile, but can't afford any more days off at this point (both logistically and financially)
Basel is baking, and the locals are making use of the Rhine, which has a fair old current - lining the riverbanks with picnics and drinks, sunbathing, racing back and forth in rowing boats, some swimming "on the spot" for exercise, some drifting merrily downstream - what a great commute that would be!
Due to much needed lazy morning lie in, this being my first day off, have had only had time to visit one of the many art galleries here, and chose that of Tinguely, an eccentric bloke who mainly made moving sculptures out of scrap metal.
Apparently my mobile European roaming doesn't extend to Switzerland, so no updates at all for the next 3 days until I reach Lichtenstein.
consider this the one warning/apology for the bad French grammer of which there is certain to be more.
Spent the afternoon hoofing it around touristy bits of Geneva, and bothering sales assistants until I finally tracked down a libraire selling the map I need for tomorrow.
Then booked a last minute transfer so I should be in Les Houches for a mid morning start (after a small supermarket stock up)