Luxembourg was cast in grey for the three days that I spent as a stranger in this strange land. It is odd that this country is even permitted to exist at all in this day and age. Luxembourg City, the capital, is the hypostasis of suburban perfection, perhaps because the sub-urban is never forced to confront the urban. Imagine a village of plenty set in a stunning river gorge with rows of houses neatly maintained, sparkling Mercedes buses plying the streets, a benevolent scandal-free Prince Henri ruling the land, pastries for every man, woman and child, and everyone a perfect bilingual. Although it is difficult to comprehend - or possibly even to imagine - I can now report that such a fantasyland truly exists secreted away between the borders of France and Germany. (8/13/04)

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View over Luxembourg City