Once upon a time, there was a girl who used to wonder what the villages in her storybooks looked like. Well, today—55 years later—that girl walked through the village of her imagination: Colmar. Colmar looks and feels like the village from a Grimm brothers’ fairy tale. And this is Rue Mangold.
Here, life has unfolded since the 9th century, around the year 823. The medieval architecture tells the story—half-timbered houses leaning gently over narrow cobbled lanes, wooden shutters painted in soft blues and greens, and facades in warm hues of rose, peach, and ochre. Beneath the burgundy branches of a tree rooted near a curved doorway, time feels suspended. At a cozy restaurant tucked into one of these corners, I finally learned how to pronounce *Gewurztraminer*—the name of a beloved Alsatian wine—just as the locals do.
It is the evening of Friday, May 2nd, 2025. A holiday weekend. I keep walking until, without warning, I pause—still—watching the light go out in a distant window. Just like in the stories, something lingers in the shadows.




If Colmar has captured your heart, join me as I continue to wander through its cobbled lanes, and beyond, into the captivating cities of Spain. From the lively alleys of Barcelona to the tranquil beauty of Sitges, each destination offers its own unique rhythm, waiting to be discovered. So, come walk with me, and let the world reveal its magic, one step at a time.

