Days 71 & 72 – It’s a strange past-time . . .

The curious nature of man constantly searches out the new, the different, or the unexplained. A never-ending quest of investigation. To fathom; to reason; to create; to recreate.

That same curiosity helps fuel tourism. A stream of global border hoppers, scatter themselves to the four winds. Just to find out ‘What it’s like over there’.

Camping Corny Metz-Sud, 16K south of historic Metz, is perfectly positioned. A thirty minute Scoot from the old town, along quiet country lanes. On the city outskirts, L’église Sainte-Thérèse-de-l’Enfant-Jésus, brings Scoot to a sudden stop. A church like no other. A futuristic masterpiece.

Subtle is not its middle name. An urban oligarch.
Inside, it has a character all of its own
Inside the Mothership – a design Ridley Scott would be proud to create
According to French folklore Graoully the dragon lived in the Roman Amphitheatre in Metz. Vanquished in the 1st century AD by St Clement.

Many of the historic buildings are constructed using Jaumont stone. The yellow sandstone hue exudes a familiar Cotswold warmth.

Any city visit not worth its salt without a decco at the cathedral
Its impressive porch entrance is intrinsically intricate
Not a bad looking Office de Tourism

This Alsace–Lorraine region has been to-ing and fro-ing between France and Germany for centuries. After WWII Metz was given the right to keep both feet firmly planted in France. To this day there still remains a German presence – within its local laws and some of its historical sites. We spot the most famous on MAPS. Follow the blue triangle. It’s a 13thC relic. Serving no real purpose other than to sit pretty and smile for the camera. We click. Click our heels. Turn and head across town for the next shot.

La Porte des Allemands – AKA German’s Gate

We pick up Scoot. Make one last stop before heading back to camp. A strange looking building that houses a large collection of modern art – not to our taste. Neither is the building.

 Centre Pompidou-Metz