The tiny fortified city of Luxembourg seems more amenable to me in the sunshine. I eat my leftover sandwich as breakfast in the morning light, overlooking the steep valleys of the Grund. I walk around the city wall and spend some time in the cathedral (I thought it was the national archives- because hey, all old buildings look like churches). I browse at local shops and pick up some baby things for some people back home (“Babies are so in right now!”). I wander till I make the trek back to the hostel.
Just like the restaurant yesterday, the food is great! Duck with a vegetable tart and salad, finished with an amazing French toast like concoction. Fortified with good food, I make the trek up to the top of the hill for the bus. Which I had blown up in steepness in my mind, thinking that I’d need 15 minutes to climb it with my heavy back-pack, which was more like 4 minutes in total, with my slow gait.
And once again, I find myself on a train. Now it’s the French countryside. Not as romantic as in the books or paintings but that’s probably because of the cloudy skies.
I pass the time in Strasbourg by reading my book and having a beer. Which you can do at the train station. Without being in an enclosure or anything. Once my beer is done, I make my way to the platform, to catch the train to Stuttgart.