The last of the extended family arrived at midday and we all settled in for another gigantic meal of bouillabaisse, roasted goose and fist-sized potato dumplings.
In the evening most of us (the older generation and discretely injured excepted) headed over to Andreas’s and Marianne’s for a party they were throwing. 
More drinking fun, but this time with pre-teen nieces running around offering beer — we had no idea where they got the idea, but we weren’t going to stop them. (Later we figured out that they were trying to get the men drunk so that we would throw them back and forth in a game they call “dwarf tossing”, no joke.) 
About half of the party (generally the female and/or young half) disappeared down to the basement, where it turned out that an Abba-fueled karaoke inferno was raging … occasionally the videogame afficionados were able to take over. By the end, nobody could resist the lure of the open mic …
Tomorrow: the third and final phase of the trip — Paris! Starting with the Heidelberg and Annweiler prologue …