Drais is a village with a fair bit of history.
Settlements dating back to the Celts and the late Iron Age (850–450 B.C.E.). Pretty much par for the course around here.
It got snaffled up by Mainz in 1969 (good way to extend your tax base…), but you wouldn’t really know – it’s MILES from anything vaguely resembling suburbia and an island in an ocean of strawberry fields and orchards.
The place where we go currently has strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, cherries, redcurrants and the best apricots I’ve tasted in a long time.
And Anja, a real sweetie.