This week was a crazy one: made plans, plans changed, made new plans and finally ended up in Strasbourg. Despite the German sounding name, its actually a city in France--but just barely since its directly over the German border. As a result, I thought this town would also have quite a bit of German flair, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was indeed a very French city. The hostel was awful, the grossest hostel I've stayed in thus far, but the city itself was lovely. See for yourself...
