Blue trees and flaming tarts

This morning I flew to Luxembourg for a series of meetings today and tomorrow. 

Luxembourg is one of those countries most of us probably don't spend too much time thinking about, simply because it's small and not much on a "globally exciting" scale really ever happens here. It's actually quite lovely, though, and I'm happy to be making my second-ever trip here. For one thing, it sure beats spending two days in the office!

I had two meetings today, both of which went very well and had relatively exotic locations: the first was in a bonafide château way out in the countryside, and the second was in a high-rise (in so much as Luxembourg has high-rises) with an absolutely gorgeous view down onto the city walls, casements, and the Grand Duke's palace. As you do.

I've just got the one night here in Luxembourg, and I wanted to do something special. I wanted to experience the country. 

But, I wondered, where does one go to experience a country that frankly doesn't have all that much to experience, particularly on a random Tuesday night in December? 

Well, I improvised. I walked around. I happened upon the Luxembourg City Christmas market, which was adorable when compared to the biggest one in Hamburg, which I'd visited just a few days ago. It had Glühwein and everything!

And then as I kept wandering, I happened upon City Hall, which had an ice skating rink and a gorgeously-lit blue tree in front of it. It really was mesmerizingly pretty, and despite the cold, I stood there for a few minutes just looking at it. Stories could be written about that tree! Children's stories, perhaps. "Harry Potter and the Mysteriously Twinkling Tree." Get on it, JK Rowling!

I capped off the night at what I thought was a Luxembourgish restaurant, the fantastically named Goethe Stuff. I thought this, by the way, because it was featured on City Savvy's list of Top 5 restaurants "specializing in Luxembourgish food." Only once I'd been seated did I realize the menu was rather Alsatian instead, featuring primarily tartes flambées or 'flaming tarts,' dough rolled out and covered in cheese, then topped with onions, bacon bits, and/or other toppings. (Honestly, if you called this a 'pizza,' you wouldn't be wrong in my eyes, but I'm obviously lacking the subtlety of a flaming tart aficionado.)

So... does that mean there's no such thing as Luxembourgish food, I wonder? What is the specialty of the region? Unfortunately, I won't have another night to find out. Tomorrow night it's back to London already.

But no matter. The city was brightly and beautifully lit, I had a good meal, and I chatted up some nice people. 

Surely that's all part of the Luxembourg experience too.

Love,
Joëlle