Talia's class visits the German class

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After the German class came to visit Strasbourg, last week it was the Strasbourgoises who got to go to Germany. 

In a "former airline security mentality", I'm not going to say where the school is, as a concession to security. Although it's overkill, I just wont mention it. Quiet little town, pretty school, huge contrast to Strasbourg and St. Jean (this is also a rural vs. urban exchange).

I'm also plastering this post with pictures because I share them with others this way. Talia's teacher has this link and knows I'm posting them (and can read this in English ;)

Here is what looks like a gang face-off but is actually the German and French classes greeting each other. I have to admit there were probably about 15 more nationalities involved in this exchange (including the fact Talia is also French, there was even an Azerbaijani child in the mix) but let's keep it simple...

The words of this song are basically "How are you? I hope you're fine". I've never heard it before.

Here the French children are having a German Classroom Experience. Note the big crucifix on the wall. I asked if it was a private school. They said no and why I had asked. When I told them, they thought it was weird that I thought it was weird that they had a very obvious religious symbol erected on the wall but oh well... All in the fun of exchanges (they're probably hoping the American Jewish contingent is not involved next time...) 

This is the art project they're going to do on the floor.

Talia and our buddy Kenza looking very hot already.

Next, we took a walk in the back of the class. 

The school, quaintly, has its own garden. Imagine that at St. Jean (the kids who sneak into the playground to smoke illegal substances would probably ruin anything our kids planted!) 

Nice view of the town and the school playing field.

Notice the teacher on the left and the kid in the green tank top heading off. No, Darius doesn't listen very well...

I think this was meant to be a picture of the flowers, not this bush. The poppies here are red.

Ah, the lovely Black Forest hills in the background.

There is one of the many, many tempting cherry trees along the route. Too tempting for most of them. The teacher let them take a few but they were running away with handfuls.

It was hot so the kids took a break in the road, interrupted when a car came by.

Kenza wanted to check her teeth so she took a picture of herself since someone else had my mirror.

She asked who wanted to see the cemetery and gave them the rules (no running, making noise, etc.)

A lot of the surnames are the same you see in Alsace; Metzgler, Meier, etc. Obviously no Dreyfuss's (Christian cemetery). They plant little gardens in front of the stones with real flowers. There were also mentioned the names of those lost in the war. For example, two young men's names were on the family headstone.

Luckily, the next project was indoors!