Today I visited a place that I would call “the Deep Alsace”. It looked like an abandoned place and it was scary as hell, despite the good weather. The photos that follow can be an answer for why the Germanic places hide so many disturbed citizens… The prevalent feeling I got was the one from the Scream by Edvard Munch, a sort of silent desperation and a deafening existential groan… Gundolsheim has 716 inhabitants according to the 2019 census, but at least just as many ghosts if you ask me. It was first mentioned in history in the year 728, so it is pretty old, if not ancient. The main sights include the church of Sainte-Agathe, the town-hall and some old houses, some of which have a particular kind of roof found also in many places in this area. The village was built by Germans and remains German in everything you can possibly imagine.

France ends here

On the fence there are some iron… things…

I had to enhance the colors; in reality it is greyer

The Sainte-Agathe Church. And yes, they have old-style antennas…

It was closed, of course it was closed…

What would you expect?! Open?! Open Germans?!

The town-hall or Mairie

That kind of roof – maison à redents

If this is not middle-age, I don’t know what it is…

Street. And nobody on it. No body.

Apparently a bus stops here… if there is one…

The exit. Far in the background is Rouffach.