Showing posts with label Luxembourg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luxembourg. Show all posts

19 July, 2009

cafe in vianden

Looking up the Chateau de Vianden, I walked down the main street or main slope of small Vianden village. The summer sun sometime was shinning, and sometimes hiding behind the streaks of thin clouds, which did not look like a typical series of feelings of summer.

I was looking for a cafe or brasserie that could offer cheap or reasonable lunch, in short, sandwiches, but could not find the typical appropriate one I was imaginary looking for. When I stopped in front of the casual and stylish cafe, which did not look like the cafe around this country area, the girl in the cafe smiled to me, as if she said, come in and be relax in here.

I asked her if the cafe had lunch menu. She said, unfortunately, there was no sandwich here, but kept telling me that I could buy a pretty good pizza in the pizza-shop next to the cafe, and bring it to the cafe. She added that inside the cafe, customers was able to enjoy a quasi-theater with a huge, wide screen.

Of course, I went to the pizza-shop and came back to the cafe with a pretty good vegetable pizza, and I ordered an iced cafe-latte. Waiting for the latte, I looked at the big quasi-theater screen, which showed the animation, Tom & Jerry.

Here is Vianden, Luxembourg.

20 July, 2008

luxembourg night

Summer night live.

In Luxembourg city, this night is a little bit special. Giving me a pamphlet of an event programme, the concierge in my hotel said that this city's summer night was always like this. Not always, maybe.

About 60 groups of bands played Jazz and blues around the old towne area, which was in the narrow ravine and famous as parts of the symbolic historical place in this small, but beautiful country.

The towne itself was lighted up, and reverberated by the consistent rhythm of trumpets and drums.
The stream of people made their walks so slow. Really, there were lots of crowds on every street.

20:30, still everyone took a cup of beer from a stand, and enjoyed a "Frites". The climax of this festival had not come yet.
My path to walk was nearly closed by the cloud of middle aged men with their fat berries. They listen to the music sincerely, really.

Here was Luxembourg night.