As our No 1 Red Arrow started slowing, the countryside around gave way to small houses, then small tower blocks then the full concrete jungle. Our provodnitsa (carriage attender), opened the door to let us step down onto the platform. Each provodnitsa stood outside their door all alone the length of the platform […]
Often forgotten by anyone other than bankers, Luxembourg City hasn’t really been on the top of my travel list. Ever. But in hindsight, it should have.