Surrounded by lush tropical forest land, the Colmar Tropicale is a replica of buldings from a northeastern village in France dating back to the 16th Century. It has 260 units of hotel rooms and one to six-bedroom suites made up of eight blocks of architectural wonder, each with its unique style, from its colourful roof tiles to cobblestone ground. Here, a picture postcard comes alive at your doorstep.
LIFE truly is beautiful. Here, above the chimney tops, swirling way up high, the lacy mist falls gently, hovering the sky. Over the rooftops, the towers, the mountain and hills, far beyond the jade forest that echoes and thrills, the mist, soft as a whisper, settles and parts, to reveal an enchanted village, the epitome of art. Upon a lofty hilltop, 2,600 above sea level, in the sprawling greens of Bukit Tinggi, the little town of Colmar stands, a relic of another time, another place. Fashioned after the medieval 16th century village of Colmar that lies along the Alsatian plains, extending from the mountains of the Vosges to the pines of the Foret Noire of Black Forest, Colmar Tropicale embodies Alsace's turbolent history.
The original Colmar, once nestled in the midst of ever changing international borders, has been grafted through years of revolution. It is believed that Colmar acquired its name from the devecote of the Carolingian domain. In the eight century, Charlemagne divided the forests of the Columbarium, establishing the Munster Abbey to the east. Colmar is derived from the Roman Columbarium meaning dovecote, therefore, the name Colmar itself is Roman origin. Charlemagne intended Colmar as a resort. And to this day, this city remains so. Colmar is a gorgeous city of intrigue. So strong is the impression this place leaves, that its popularity has reached Asian shores, where its replica stands on the mist covered hilltop of Bukit Tinggi, in the central state of Pahang.
We arrive in this magical little town on a chilly December night. Mist curl around the towers, enveloping Colmar in a protective cocoon, as the lighted trees cast a golden glow on the cobble stones. A light drizzle falls to the ground, and we hasten to our suites housed in the Camillia wing. The sloping walls are a pastel shade of light peach. complemented by the wooden furnishing of apple yellow and champagne, painted in swirl of opal dark green and pea green. White framed glass windows, frosted from the cold open onto the dark night, allowing the fresh highland air to rush in. Below, the street is alight. Small puddles sparkle in the moonlight, reflecting the towering Gothic structures. I can't wait to explore the morning.
I awaken to the delighted squeals of little children, and the pitter patter of their tiny shoes, scuttling crisply down the street. Opening my window, the scene before me seem surreal. Stunning Tudor buildings, with roofs of glazed brookville green and fox fire red and dark gables, stand out against the deep cerulean sky. The ivory mist from the night before seems to unfurl the sunlight, puffy and bright, alighting on the half timbered houses that strech along the main street, each brick and sandstone wall tinted a brilliant hue of coral, delft blue, rose and flamingo. A lively three-tiered fountain gushes over at the entrance, gurgling merrily, greeting lucky passersby with a playful squirt.
After a quick breakfast at La Blason, just downstairs, I take to the streets to explore this magical city. Hedge between the 14th century half timbered buildings, are cozy chic cafes with colourful over-hanging iconic signplates, dangling from ornate black wrought iron brackets. The bright sunshine spears through the thick plumes of mist, cheerfully warming these little niches, and illuminating the vivid ruby, violet and canary yellow blooms. KaKa the Clown is causing quite a stir in the square, as from his multicolored pockets, he pulls out balloons of various colors, and pumps, twists and tweaks them into various exciting shapes, to the delight of the growing crowd of giggling children. Curly poodles,skinny cats, pretty hearts and rubbery swords, long beaked birds and gigantic flowers. The scene here is full of life. I inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the buttery scent of warm croissants, and watch the street performers transform the cobblestone lane into a street carnival. 
Indeed this is a city built for lovers. A baker dances out his boulangerie and across the court with his tray precariously laden with croissants, French bread, pretzels and baguettes. This seem like a scene out of Disney's animated cartoon Beauty & The Beast. With its chic cafes cheered by the effervescent blooms of violet & burgundy, Colmar is a trendy picture perfect retreat. This great city is sheltered by magnificent towers and completely surrounded by defensive stone walls. The imposing drawbridge lined with daisies, leans over a gleaming moat filled with swans of classic ivory and the more exotic ebony. 
