In 1977, my father was employed as a Visiting Assistant Professor at the Institut de Chimie, Université Louis-Pasteur in Strasbourg, France. Strasbourg subsequently became the city of my birth. When my father came to visit in April, he said he wanted to see the city again. It was only a two hour drive from Wiesbaden so we drove there and back on the same day. We visited the Strasbourg Cathedral (from 1647 to 1874 it was the world's tallest building), walked around the Grand Island (in 1988 it was named a UNESCO World Heritage site), had lunch at a French restaurant, and stopped at a pastry shop for desert as we walked back to the parking garage.
