French Kiss is the vividly remembered events of my eighteen-month
European adventure.
It took three days to get there. Three Days! It was a series of well-meaning but, in the
end, incomplete preparation by the first airlines. The other two, I believe, had
errors and missteps through rushing to be heroic. We ultimately arrived at a
tiny airport with - I kid you not - cows grazing on the grass beyond the
runways. I have seen through Google earth their airport is
nowadays very modern and more extensive.
If you have never been to Luxembourg, try it. Although some years ago, it was scrupulously clean, with outdoor cafés in abundance. Homes had flower boxes under the windows overflowing with blossoms. It is French-speaking, but many locals speak English; it’s a lovely setting for taking a vacation 'breather.' The city itself is famous for a fortified medieval Old Town resting on a sheer cliff. The small country is primarily rural with nature parks and forests for hiking.
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