Today, Karl and I went to France. We live only a 10 minute drive from the French border--nestled between the Black Forest and the Rhine river--so we often drive over the boarder to go shopping or act as tourists. We really like be able to say, "Let's go to France today!"
So...we went to France. We went to a little town called Soufflenheim. And yes, the name looks and sounds more like a German town than a French town. This area of France just over the border from us is called Alsace and use to be part of Germany. In fact, it's been jumping back and forth between Germany and France for centuries.
Soufflenheim is known for its distinctive pottery. We wandering the streets for a while before grabbing a quick lunch an heading home again. The town is small and there's really not much there but one pottery store after another. But it had lots of pretty deatils!