Flammekueche anyone?

Despite the fact that we were pretty stuffed from our lunch, so much so we hadn’t been tempted to sample any of the yummy chocolates we’d got from Fassbender & Rausch, after we’d explored a delighted little art market I espied from the corner of my eye a much loved Flammekueche, or Tarte Flambé if we were in Alsace. I’ve mentioned this Alsatian delicacy before, a thin pizza style base, a smearing or crème fraîche and then topped with slivers of smoked bacon lardons. Simple and truly delicious! This café attached to the art gallery had this as one of today’s specials, this version the perfect original and the extremely sacrilegious tomato studded version. Aghhh - Flammekueche, or Tarte Flambé means no tomato! Don't they understand?
But despite hanging around with the tomato loving M, I convinced her that the genuine article was what we should sample. And it was exceedingly good! A passing rather brave sparrow thought so also as he popped by to relieve us of a few crumbs from the edge. I don’t know how we managed to eat it, but it was good so we forced ourselves and was glad we had.