The old part of the city is superbly preserved, in contrast to the towns of northern France that were so devastated by the second world war.

The cathedral is awesome.  Huge, cavernous, gothic, macabre.  The detailed craftsmanship of the leadlights, and stone masonry is even more striking than Notre Dame in Paris.
Just like everywhere else we’ve been in France, the people of Strasbourg are friendly, warm and helpful.   Reading our map in the street, people came up to us on two separate occasions and gave us helpful advice without even being asked.
The reputation of the French as difficult to get along with is a mystery, but as Vincent, our host in Paris said with a smile:
“look at how many tourists there are here already.   If our reputation was better overseas, life here would be impossible.”

(The most heavily fortified toilet in Europe.)

(A fountain designed by my favourite cartoonist Tomi Ungerer.)

(This is a huge clock.)

(Not hard to imagine bats living up there in the middle ages.)

(Outrageous window depicting satan surrounded by burning sinners.)

(Can’t help wondering how the guy who chased the merchants out of the temple would feel about all the gift shops in France’s Catholic cathedrals…)

(Creepy monkey gargoyle)

(Stone carved diorama of Jesus in the olive grove.)

(Old school ladder rig for cleaning the cathedral windows.)

(Wicked masonry on the pulpit.)