...until this winter:
Chateau grounds, February
But then, according to custom, these Luxembourgers had a little fete that, translated, means 'Burning Sunday.' This is a particular Sunday in winter when they literally try to burn away the winter. There were bonfires, parades, the occasional burning cross (in a very non KKK fashion, I've been told) and fireworks - making me think Luxembourg was under siege for the umpteenth time in it's history.
And you know what? I think it may have worked. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I don't think I'm going back inside. Ever.
bikes? in this weather?
games in the park, under the watchful eye of General Lafayette