This was our hotel, St Martin.

I had some trouble in Colmar, as my school French from depuis quarant ans had failed to resurface at this stage. I thought myself safe in the supermarket (you only have to look at the cash register), but did not know that you get your fruit weighed and sealed up in the fruit section, so I held up the line for some time.

I walked about, read in the park, etc. Like most of the towns we visited, they had a tourist train which ran all about: