Germany to France: Wild horse riding & Pastis

Took the train to Mulhouse to see my friend Anne whom I learned to know during the horse-trail in spain I did in spring. She took me to a quite alternative pony farm and we joined around 30 other riders for two one hour rides, galloping up forest trails with stones and mus flying around. Quite a lot of her friends had joined even not being horse-riders and/or allergic to horses...
Met them in the pub afterwards for dinner, some Pastis and some more white wines - quite a lot of white wines, I must confess...
Sleeping in Annes wonderful flat that looks like a Bollywood flat - again sleeping with two cats as the last days at Saskias.