Turckheim

We almost didn’t stop in Turckheim — it’s small enough to see from the Colmar ring road, easy to dismiss as a minor extension of somewhere bigger — but a waiter in Colmar told us, almost as an aside, to come back at ten on a summer evening and follow the man with the lantern. That turned out to be one of the better pieces of advice we got in Alsace.

The night watchman who never stopped walking

From May to October, at ten each evening, a man dressed as a seventeenth-century night watchman — dark cloak, wide-brimmed hat, lantern in one hand and a halberd in the other — walks the streets of Turckheim’s old town singing the traditional watchman’s song, a duty that has continued here in some form since the town employed real watchmen to guard against fire and thieves centuries ago. We joined the small crowd that gathers each night to follow him, maybe thirty people, mostly locals with their kids, through the narrow lanes as he stopped at intersections to sing a verse and remind everyone, in old High German dialect, that all was well. It’s unmistakably a tourist draw now, but it didn’t feel staged — more like a town that simply never got around to stopping a tradition that still made sense to keep.

Three gates and a town that never sprawled

Turckheim’s old town is still enclosed almost entirely by its original fourteenth-century walls, entered through three surviving gates — the Porte de France, Porte de Munster, and Porte du Brand — and because it never expanded much beyond them, the whole place is walkable in about fifteen minutes end to end. We spent an afternoon doing exactly that slowly, stopping at the Corps de Garde, the old guardhouse on the main square with a Renaissance oriel window, and at a small cave a few doors down where the owner poured us a Turckheim Brand Grand Cru, from the steep granite vineyard directly above town, that was sharper and more mineral than anything we’d tasted further north on the wine road.

When to go: Any evening between May and October, timed for the ten o’clock night watchman round — it’s free, unannounced beyond a small sign, and one of the more genuinely charming things we did in Alsace.