I find when I have expectations, the possibility exists that I may be disappointed; whereas, when I have no expectations, there is no possibility of disappointment and often I am enthralled.
Having passed close to Colmar several times during 2016, I decided it was time to visit. Part of Colmar is referred to as ‘Little Venice’, so I was keen to take in this experience. I aimed for the Aires at Port de Plaisance, but unfortunately, after driving for over 7 hours, I arrived one hour after the gates were locked at 5 pm. Not to be deterred, I tried several other options before I settled on a free Aires in Equisham. Arriving after dark, I did not know what to expect, but exploring the town at night was a truly wonderful surprise. The narrow streets are lined with timber framed houses from another age. For a Saturday night, it wasn’t the liveliest of places, but this added to its charm. I have to say, I was enthralled. No, I was more than enthralled, I loved it!
In the morning, I made my way to my first choice Aires in Colmar. For €11.22, I had free electricity, toilets, showers, wifi and the centre of Colmar was only ten minutes away.
Colmar is reasonably well kept and it’s difficult to argue with its beauty. But for me, something was missing, something to excite me, to draw me around the next corner. Little Venice too was a disappointment. A canal of a few hundred metres with the added option of a tour on a motorised punt, does not compare to Venice. Although other towns in the region also try to draw similar comparisons, so maybe the presence of a canal within a 1000 miles of Venice, is all that is required to to claim the title ‘Little Venice’.
After a few hours, I was heading back to the motorhome. That was until Colmar completely redeemed itself and threw the biggest and best parade that I have ever seen. The floats, the bands, the beat of the brass bands, their interaction with the crowd was electric. I found myself falling for Colmar. Colmar, you cheeky thing, you kept the best for last and exceeded my expectations.
The crowds for the parade soon dispersed and tomorrow, so must I. As I make my second visit to Annecy, before moving on to Chamonix and Mont Blanc.