It’s funny being back in an environment where I basically understand everything. It makes observing things much harder. I’m taking so much more granted and seeing so much less.
The bar I go to in Strasbourg is like a pub with wooden chairs and half-curtains. The barman is tall and skinny with an ironic manner, pure Brick Lane.
The city is very comfortable with Christmas decorations in the streets and shop windows. People stuff their faces in cosy German-style beer parlours or Patisserie tea rooms.
I can see why the European Parliament chooses to spend one week here each month.