Dabo was a small village 18 km south of Phalsbourg.
Dabo, France.....wayyyyyy high up....where the last 80 "steps" are, indeed steps.....straight up to an old church converted into a restaurant. I remember they had a bearskin rug in one of the salon areas, and I was certain if I stepped on it the thing would roar and bite my leg off! We went on a day trip there - about 100 miles southeast of where we lived. I believe Dabo was close to the France/Germany border. We used to do these types of trips (several families) and have picnics along the way. French bread and cheese. Dabo is where they make crystal - mouth-blown, hand-cut, and I believe I still have a cut crystal ashtray that my mom bought there on this trip, packed away, like many other memories. This was a happy day, an easy-to-get-lost in day because there were lots of people and we all seemed to cherish the opportunities to play - even the adults - perhaps especially them.
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