A small apology (and a confession)
This wasn’t planned.
There was no agenda, no programme, no “now we will do this” moment.
The Mayor had a slightly crazy idea — one of those “what if I just…” thoughts — and before anyone could politely object, we were suddenly walking through the Strasbourg Christmas Market together. Lights, cold air, small wooden stalls, and that unmistakable December feeling that smells faintly of sugar and smoke.
Fruitloop joined from South Africa.
Ismar joined from Brazil.
Different hemispheres. Different temperatures.
Same moment.
If this felt unexpected, even a little improvised — that’s because it was. And if it interrupted your sense of order for a moment, our apologies. Sometimes Brida behaves like a friend who says, “Come look at this — now.”
No lessons. No commentary.
Just borrowed feet, shared presence, and a brief reminder that distance is often more emotional than geographical.
Thank you for indulging a spontaneous idea.
We promise not to make a habit of it.
(Or maybe we will — just not too often.)