Luxembourg is hot, hot, hot.
That is the only conclusion I can glean in the past 24 hours since I arrived in this city. Where was the pleasant European summer? The cab driver cheerfully told us the temperature was soaring right to 35 degrees.
It was boiling hot, and it doesn’t help that our “economic” hotel, Park Bellevue, did not come with airconditioning. Opening the windows at night to tempt in nonexistent breeze was a futile exercise; instead we attracted hordes of insects eager to share our bed.
The lack of sleep explains this grumpy update.
But Luxembourg more than make up what it lacks from the weather with its beauty. Everywhere I go, I see turreted castles, medieval buildings and steel towers. With summer in full force, the locals were out enjoying the sun, many nursing endless pints of beer at the Old Town while listening to park performances. I had way too much beer, but hey a man go to do what he got to do in face of such relentless heat, non?
We wandered around Old Town aimlessly, using the guidebook only to find Chiggeri, the fusion restaurant purportedly serving some of the best food in this city. We weren’t disappointed; the tasting menu was stellar, and the historical building it was housed in was fascinatingly decorated. It was like dining with modern royalty.
I still don’t understand why a summer in European is preferable to winter. From the chilly Greenland to boiling Luxembourg…. I know which one I like better in a heartbeat.