First of all, I am terribly sorry for the delay, but I hadn't fully calculated my internet and I ran out of it but now that I am home again, I can finally update you on the past (and last) days of my road trip through central Europe.
We left Luxembourg and headed to France, our final destination for the day Nancy, where we had booked an apartment (my man and I had a deal of sleeping in the car one night and in some decent accommodation the alternative one, small steps to compromise).
Going down there, we saw the most beautiful sunset and I was so frantically trying to capture it that I nearly missed it. I guess therein lies the difficulty of taking pictures, it is never possible to really capture the actual beauty you're beholding and instead of soaking in it, you almost miss the precious moments, trying to keep on to them forever...
Enough philosophical talk...let's get to Nancy. Nancy is in Lorraine in the north-east of France and it is a really nice city, if not slightly fucked up. We arrived in the evening and when we had finally conquered our apartment (and a conquest it was, first we drove through the entire city looking for parking, then had to drag our suitcases to the house AND pull them up four flights of stairs), we regretted not having arrived earlier. It was an attic apartment and from one window you could actually see the cathedral (as we discovered the following day, it was way too dark to see it this night). It was really fantastic and absolutely tilted. If you'd put a marble on the floor, you would have never found it again, so uneven was the floor. The living room was huge and with such bulky furniture I wondered how they'd ever got it in (the FOUR flights of stairs, and they were circular, too. Still, it was really a place to linger and the bed was not only hilariously comfortable (I say hilarious because it really happens rarely that I deem a bed comfortable) even if it was tucked away under the tilted roof (which isn't a great place for a bed if you're an arachnophobe).
My man and I had bought some things to cook, as the apartment had a fantastic kitchen, but as the atmosphere in the vibrant little streets was so inviting, we decided to give it a go and have dinner in one of the many restaurants nestling left, right and centre. It actually felt almost southern (as in a southern country) as we strolled through the old streets, hand in hand, trying to find a restaurant - which proved to be quite hard as Nancy is also incredibly expensive and in the end we settled for burgers, well, my man did and I had a stupid attack of healthyism and ordered a salad - ugh, the horror, while he was munching away his deliciously looking and tasting burger, I nibbled on my slightly sour Caesar salad which hadn't even Caesar dressing but vinaigrette. Still, we enjoyed ourselves very much and I actually came round to speaking French and even if I committed a few faux-pas, I am proud I tried (when demanding the bill I actually said "You want to pay" instead of "We want to pay", but the waitress took it with a smile and handed us the bill without any further ado, so no harm done.
Only there was harm done! I am actually inconsolable because I forgot my favourite scarf in the apartment because we had to carry so much to the car that I forgot it (weep, weep). I have already contacted the woman who rented it to us, so let's have the fingers crossed she will send it and I can spend the cold season with my favourite Zara scarf.
The next morning, we explored Nancy and the coolest thing about the whole city is the Place Stanislas, which is a huge square in the centre of the city of which all the streets spread out. The fantastic thing about this specific square is that it is not simply an area of white stone, but is has a sort of garden in the middle. There are strips of grass, trees and other installations like a faux fire place with roots as the "fire", but the illusion of fire enhanced with a sound maker. They also have a "tropical corridor" there where you see actual birds and wander through a little path (wooden plates over water), water dripping off the top. It is the most bizarre and coolest thing I have ever seen in a square and definitely worth a visit.
Apart from that, the city is really nice to stroll through. It is a myriad of old houses, imposing buildings and gilded gates. We also went inside the adjoining park which includes a little zoo with donkeys, monkeys and goats. Additionally it features the most grotesque toilet you have ever seen. I went inside and wanted to brag to my man about half of the toilet being smeared with poo when he came out and said one of the cubicles in the men's toilet was over and over covered in diarrhea - and I thought he couldn't possibly outdo me. Yikes!
There is also a shopping street which is reached by exiting one of the gates on place Stanislas. There you find the usual shops any shopper could desire as well as some special little shops which are nice to go into and marvel at the lovely little things. Still, we ended up leaving empty-handed as we didn't find anything we considered a perfect fit, so we eventually returned to Bertha and continued our journey heading to Strasbourg, even though we would spend the night in Germany (in the car) and explore Strasbourg the following day.
As for the hard details, we stayed in En Vieille Ville which cost 76 Euros for one night, but was really worth it. We parked our car in the 24/7 parking lot Vaudemont which cost about 13 Euros for one night and one whole day, so quite reasonable.