Day 7
Once upon a time, in a city that feels like a lyrical miniature — Luxembourg — I wandered up and down countless steps, as if trapped inside Maurits Cornelis Escher’s famous “Relativity” — a labyrinth I honestly didn’t want to leave.
The city greeted me with splendor: alleys whispering stories, and facades holding time within them like light inside an old, eternal lantern.
My first stop was St. Michael’s Church — a place where the arches looked like a palm lifted toward the sky, and the air tasted of incense and old prayers. Inside, between the wooden benches and colorful stained glass, you could almost hear the echo of centuries — a memory of knights, worshippers, and a city that grew around its oldest prayer.
A small bronze plaque dedicated to Goethe found me — a silent witness to encounters between thought and street. The plaque felt like a personal mark, left by the past upon the present.
At the Lëtzebuerg City Museum, I crossed a glass bridge that connected the city’s ancient body to its modern skin. The collections and exhibits told stories of life here — of wars, of everyday Luxembourgish life, and of historic events — but the most powerful moment came when the museum’s modern design reflected the old stone walls beyond, uniting them into a single link: past and present, embraced.
When I reached the Chamber of Deputies, I felt how power and governance live within architecture — a façade that speaks the language of the city. There, one understands that democracy is not just a word in our vocabulary, but a dialogue resting upon stone and wood.
And then — the Grand Ducal Palace. Its view shimmered in the afternoon sun like an antique book with gilded pages. The faces of the city — soldiers, tourists, passersby — became part of the scene, and I stood there watching as my dreams turned into reality.
Night fell, and I kept exploring, comparing, listening — the food itself was a storyteller.
As I walked back through the now-familiar streets, I felt that Luxembourg isn’t just a collection of landmarks. It’s a gallery of moments: from the serene harmony of St. Michael’s arches to the quiet plaques and thoughtful museums. A city that doesn’t shout its history, but whispers it — and in those whispers lies all its charm.
If you visit, come prepared — with curiosity and a wallet in tune — because Luxembourg’s abundance spares neither your dopamine nor your budget. Let the streets guide you, pause at every beauty, and sit wherever you never feel like a “tourist,” but rather a guest — welcomed with the simple, genuine pleasure of falling in love with Europe even more.
Belinda Yakub Mehmed
October 15, 2025, 18:30 — Luxembourg
