@thisworldtraveled: The Beauty and the Beast villages do exist! 🥀 The towns of Riquewihr, Eguisheim and Ribeauvillé are behind the inspiration for the town where Belle lives in the Disney movie Beauty and the Beast. These small towns are located in France’s Alsace region and are a must visit whether you’re a fan of Belle or not! 🏘️ Riquewihr * Walk along the main street (Rue du Général de Gaulle) which is lined with colorful half-timbered houses * Sample Alsatian wines at one of the local wine cellars (like Dopff) * Eat a traditional meal, like tarte flambée at one of the cute restaurants
 Eguisheim * Walk the path around the old town’s medieval streets * Visit Château Saint-Léon, a historic castle with a charming square and fountain * Buy local cheese and baked goods at the Eguisheim market * Try local white wines, especially Gewürztraminer and Riesling, at nearby family-run wineries * Spot storks nesting on rooftops throughout the village (especially in spring and summer)
 Ribeauvillé * Hike to the Three Castles of Ribeauvillé (Saint-Ulrich, Girsberg, and Haut-Ribeaupierre) for panoramic views * Wander the quaint Grand’Rue which is full of shops, cafés, and wine cellars
 Have you heard of the Alsace region before? #beautyandthebeast #alsace #alsace🥨 #france #francetiktok #travelfrance

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Such a fairytale town!
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