On the border of France and Germany, in the enchanting region of Alsace, sits the ancient town of Strasbourg. She’s the sort of beauty that can bring tears to your eyes– really. The ancient cathedral that pops up like a startled giant as you turn the corner of a tight, wending alley; the rustic half-timbered houses that are painted in cheery colors as a brace against the moody fog of winter mornings in Europe; the myriad small, exquisite restaurants nestled into the tiny crannies of the old town; and the thriving modern art that pulses of youth and energy. This is the town of Strasbourg to me. A fairytale town, both in and out of time– existing somehow as a real, brick and mortar (or wattle and daub) city, but also, so clearly, a space of literal enchantment where you are transported back to a different time, a different world, both fabulous and fierce.
And this is one of the reasons why the terror attack this past week, on the edge of the Strasbourg Christmas market, strikes hard with a poignancy and earthy tragedy. It shouldn’t happen in such a beautiful place. Senseless violence in a fairytale city. It shouldn’t happen.
But it has happened before in this place and others of its ilk. Because what is the stuff of fairytales, anyway? Dire cruelty always runs through their marrow: just after the achingly beautiful characters capture our hearts, just before we convince ourselves that there is a happily ever after, we get to the bones of the story. And, there at the core, we find violence, malevolence, jealousy. Ugliness.
Strasbourg has known its share of ugliness over the centuries: famine, border wars, plague, the German occupation of WWII. There was even The Dancing Plague of 1518– in true fairytale fashion, a plague that was by equal measures farcical and grotesque. (Honestly, look it up– it’s a bizarre episode that has zombie-overtones and a possible psychogenic explanation.)
What I can’t decide today, my heart aching for Strasbourg (and for all of us in a world marred by cruelty), is whether this fairytale cycle of ugliness and hope, of cruelty and resilience, lifts me up in a moment of sadness or deflates my sense that our better angels will ever truly win out.
All I know is, while hope doesn’t prevent the ugliness, the cut to the bone, it refuses to end the narrative there.
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Thank you for the touching report on Strasbourg, both depressing and uplifting! If it is any consolation any city in the world has a similar tale to tell. Best wishes for you and your family during this Christmas season. When all fails, there is hope …
Thank you, Peter. You’re right, every city has a similar tale . . . it would just be nice to feel like there was some evolution to human character and a lessening of cruelty. But, yes, there is hope.
What would we be without hope?!
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Beautiful post. A place I have always hoped to visit…at least until this week.
Thank you. It really is an exceptional city. You should visit and spend enough time to see the old town, as well as the modern museums. It’s also a great place to just wander, given the time.
This lovely city really has seen it all, so this setback, though horrible, is something it will take in its stride, I hope.
Absolutely, you are right. But a sad, senseless day.
I’d love to visit it
It’s really a beautiful place!
Very moving post – thanks for sharing your lovely photos too 🙂