Written by kpvincent on 28 Jun, 2002
There were these cows all over the city. It was weird, because you’d be walking around and you’d turn a corner and suddenly you’d be face-to-face with the dreaded Green Cow! Or, there was the one that was divided in half by a wall and…Read More
There were these cows all over the city. It was weird, because you’d be walking around and you’d turn a corner and suddenly you’d be face-to-face with the dreaded Green Cow! Or, there was the one that was divided in half by a wall and different on either side of it. Very strange. I am happy to report that (I have determined by exhaustive methods) that no real animals were harmed in the creation of these displays, or in the taking of the photos. Please do take a look at the photos below.
We never could find anything out about why there were painted plaster cows all over the Old Town, but I have my suspicions, based on an experience we had with a woman working in a booth selling snacks and tourist items in the Place de la Constitution. She was a bit of a cow, you see.
Now, I can’t speak a word of French, but my friend had studied it and could do okay. My problem is that I can’t pronounce the words, as I always want to give them a Spanish twist. So I let her do most of the talking, though English was often sufficient. So we approached the counter at this little booth while we were waiting for the Pétrusse Express. We could see that they sold ice cream bars, as they had a plastic picture mat with all the choices on the wall and then on the counter. My friend pointed to one of the ice creams and the girl mumbled something I did not understand, but the general impression I had was that they didn’t have those. With some more hand motioning and a little bit of French, my friend did manage to obtain an ice cream.
So now it was my turn to deal with the chipper counter girl. They had some packs of assorted Luxembourgish stamps on display, and I picked up one and set it on the counter. The main reason I was there was because I was desperate for a bottle of water, but they didn’t have anything nearby to point to. I tried asking in English, and then I even asked in Spanish just for good measure (I didn’t try my Gaelic—maybe next time). So I was standing there, looking at this girl, who was looking back at me and holding her head up with her elbows on the counter, giving me this look as if she might fall asleep at any moment and it was entirely my fault. So I asked my friend what the French for water was. So I repeated what she said, as best I could, "Oh."
Assuredly this was not the most aesthetically-pleasing sound ever produced, but I thought it just might accomplish the task at hand. Instead, it elicited a very strange reaction: the heaviest sigh ever exhaled on the entire planet, I’m fairly confident. Then, the girl languidly reached for a calculator and punched in some numbers and then turned it around for me to see. I tried saying no, and pointing to the massive pile of water bottles in the corner of the booth, just out of her reach, but she didn’t comprehend. I asked for the water again, and still she stared. Finally my friend came back to the counter and asked for the water, and we both energetically pointed at the water, and finally finally finally the girl turned around to see what we were pointing out. Success!
If you go to the Place de la Constitution in Luxembourg City and try to buy a water or anything else from this booth, you too will know if you have met, the Most Unhappy Counter Clerk Ever to Have Lived on Earth. Cow.
Written by Re Carroll on 17 Sep, 2000
Luxembourg City is the country's transportation hub and there are many day or 1/2 day trips via train/bus that are worth doing. My favourite was to 2 towns famous for their castles. One was Vianden & I've devoted a separate journal to it.…Read More
Luxembourg City is the country's transportation hub and there are many day or 1/2 day trips via train/bus that are worth doing. My favourite was to 2 towns famous for their castles. One was Vianden & I've devoted a separate journal to it. The other is Clervaux & it was actually the easiest to get to. The train trip takes about 1 hr. followed by a 10 min. walk into the centre of town. If you have your own car, it's even easier.
Clervaux Castle reminded me of a large manor house in France's Loire Valley. It's all white with grey roof & is very pretty. There are only 3 sections open for viewing - each houses a museum. One is a war museum (closed during my visit), another highlights the Castles of Luxembourg and the 3rd, and my favourite, holds the Family of Man exhibit. This is a collection of photo portraits taken throughout the world in the 1950s. Very moving & worth the visit (Free with the Lux. card).
Behind the castle those with energy to burn can follow the road up the hill to the Benedictine Abbey of St. Maurice and St. Maur. Along the way, there are a few breaks in the trees that allow for great views of the town below. The Abbey was locked when I got there but it's a pretty sight with lots of green trees, birds chirping, etc. There is parking for vehicles at the top if you choose to drive. If you're lucky, the monks will be hosting a concert of their Gregorian chants.
Clervaux has numerous little restaurants & cafes and the town is worth at least a 1/2 day visit. Close
Written by Schubidu on 20 Aug, 2010
We have gone to a few places we maybe would not have gone to, had it not been for a game of soccer. This time it was the Greek National Team playing Luxembourg in the play -offs for the 2010 World Cup. We arrived on…Read More
We have gone to a few places we maybe would not have gone to, had it not been for a game of soccer. This time it was the Greek National Team playing Luxembourg in the play -offs for the 2010 World Cup. We arrived on the Friday afternoon in rainy Luxembourg, right on time as it turned out, the owner of our hotel was just about to lock up for the afternoon. We had booked into the Hotel Bella Napoli. Most reviews I had read in preparation for the trip pointed out the place to be spotless but somewhat Spartan. Spartan was the word as it turned out, but more on that in my review of the place. It was pouring down with rain and we had about three and a half hours drive to Luxembourg from Germany, the last hour or so along country roads. We occupied our room and had a little nap. Later on in afternoon, we turned to our travel guide for advice on where to go to for dinner. As it turned out, going for a meal in Luxembourg on a rainy Friday night in September is expensive and somewhat impossible without a reservation. All the places we went to were booked up. We had parked our car near a restaurant that at first glance looked like the restaurant of a senior citizens home, as there were only elderly couples inside. Having gone past several times looking for somewhere to eat, we finally took a second look and it turned out to be okay. The next day wasn't quite as wet, so we took a long walk up and down the town, that is really beautiful indeed. The town's history museum is quite interesting, too - we had the odd spot of rain. At lunch time, we had another surprise coming, for one thing you can't always trust travel guides for our choice of restaurant - ours didn't exist anymore- but what is more important, most places don't serve lunch/food after 2:30h. We found a steak house-type restaurant, which was okay, however we prefer to sample the local cuisine when abroad. Access to the soccer stadium JosY Barthel is easy enough by public transport. Parking is an issue in Luxembourg! We had parked our car in the carpark near the hotel as the owner recommended the train station car park being reasonably priced. If you can call € 50,- fee for Friday early afternoon until Sunday lunch time reasonable, I guess it was. On our way home we went to Vianden. Vianden is on the German border and a lovely little town with a restored castle towering above, part of the old town wall has been restored, too. It is full of restaurants for such a small place, too. I guess it is a popular get-away for citizens from Luxembourg and the surrounding German areas. A word on language, knowing French is helpful, even though Luxembourg's language is a kind of German dialect, most employees in shops and restaurants are from near-by Belgium and native French speakers. Close