In September of 2004, a friend and I took trains from Paris to Metz, France, and then on to Saarburg Germany. We spent two nights in Metz in the French province of Lorraine.
When it was under German rule, Lorraine was called Lothringen. But it had been a French city for a long time by the time Laurie and I arrived and it is likely to stay so. That made it more difficult for Laurie and me. We both speak a little German but only a French phrase or two.
The first morning in the city, I went out to explore a little while Laurie, who woke up feeling under the weather, stayed at the hotel to sleep. My sister had told me that there was a lovely pedestrian area in Metz - with shops and eating places. I had a map from the hotel which I followed until it showed a street that didn't exist and I was stymied in my search.
Walking by a shop offering Kabops, I decided to try one. Marilyn, my sister, and I had often seen "Kabop Shops" (as we called them) in Germany and promised ourselves to try one sometime. We hadn't done so - now here was my chance.
Views from Metz exploration:
Later Laurie felt better, but not good enough for a kabop. Eventually we found our way to the center of Metz and a cafe where she could have a late lunch. Then we explored more of the city, including the Cathedral and a shopping mall. We had made so many twists and turns that as we toured that we had an almost impossible time finding the way back to our hotel. Our mileage probably topped five miles. Metz has a more difficult street configuration than Waukesha, my home city, even though I'm not sure anyone who has spent a couple of hours lost in Waukesha would agree.