I was in France yesterday, but only briefly. I didn't get a chance to eat there.
it was the "anpaddeln" of the Kehl Paddlergilde
Kehl being a town just across Strassbourg, they are connected by 3 bridges
the official part was on a small right tributary of the Rhine, a charming little river, especially now in early spring.
We had the option to stop where the river ends, or continue on the Rhine until the boathouse in Kehl
I was one of those who continued
and at some point, one of the locals pointed to the left and said, "This is the wharf of Strassbourg. It is in France."
OK, I thought, I knew it must be France.
Then he pointed at the right bank and said, "And this is France too. On this stretch, the border runs on the right channel of the Rhine, from which we crossed to come to this, left, channel. So, now we are in France proper."
At which point I remembered how nice a thing the EU is, despite all the grumble from the Germans
Sixty years ago, we'd have been shot to death by border guards
now we didn't even notice that we are crossing a national border
> Vnnl. cabuyse is ontleend aan Middelnederduits kebuse ‘beschot, hok’ (Riga) [1360; Paul], kabusen (mv.) ‘kleine houten hokjes op een schip’ (Wrocław) [1422,; Grimm]. Kiliaan (1599) noemt kabuyse ‘voorraadkamer, eetkamer of keuken op een schip’ nog Saksisch en Rijnlands, naast ongemarkeerd kombuys, dat de Nederlandse variant van het Nederduitse woord is, met -a- > -o- in voortonige lettergreep als in kozijn 1, en met epenthetische -m- voor labiale occlusief zoals in pompoen. De verdere herkomst is onbekend. Samenstelling uit huis en een onzeker eerste lid (Kluge), bijv. kabane ‘hut’ is zee…
@rumtscho So it was originally from lower Germany, but Dutch borrowed in the Middle Ages. Some of the modern words are from Dutch, others from lower German. The English word can be from either. It meant "little shed" originally in lower German, but its provenance cannot be traced further back.
We have, but we have also talked about Android, and then we have talked about my unwillingness to take up screen real estate with arrow buttons
What stops me from walking through the tunnel is a team of security guards
While my motto is usually 'keep walking briskly until someone points a gun', I have no desire to bring about the situation for the dubious pleasure of walking 23 miles and even then ending up only in Calais