This place looked too clean (I’ve been to Singapore and Japan, but this was next-level cleanliness) and I asked myself, “Do people even live here?” It was a ghost town; the streets were lined with trees, but not a leaf was out of place.

A heaven for bankers and brokers, I figured that they were all busy making money and preparing for the afterlife with their buddies (Lawyers). There’s a special place in the afterlife for these people and that place is giving lapdances to Satan!

I parked and ventured into the city; it looked like any old European City.

A random guy walked up to me, mumbling something in French, which I didn’t understand, so I replied, “I only speak English,” to which he responded, “Oh, I speak English too.” “I am a French university student, and I am doing a project where I need to take selfies with people on the street, it will be part of a bigger project, and our selfie will be one pixel in the project.” I agreed to take the selfie; he snapped it, and we parted ways. But 20 seconds later, I realized that I never asked what the project was or how/where I could view it.

The more I walked, the more I liked the place. There was something around each corner and Notre-Dame Cathedral, the Roman Catholic Cathedral, was one of my first stops.

As a proud atheist, I have a weird fascination with visiting churches. While I don’t push people to give up on religion, I don’t like it when they push it on me either. But churches, mosques, and other houses of worship fascinate me. Mostly due to their extravagance and décor.

I mean the question that always comes to mind when visiting most religious houses is, “If their main purpose is to care for the poor and needy, then why don’t they sell some of those antiques and use the money to care for the poor and needy?”

It was a nice church, not as spectacular as others I’ve been to but worth a visit, especially because there was no entrance fee!

While this place is beautiful, I couldn’t find a decent souvenir for the life of me and eventually headed back to the Cathedral, where I purchased a fridge magnet from a kiosk.

After a few hours of wandering around, I made my way back to my car for the drive home. But I couldn’t find the parking lot, which meant that I spent about 20 minutes trying to find it.

Was this another godly sign? I don’t know but if it was, he needs to try a little harder.

I thought I would refuel the car in Luxembourg as it was cheaper per litre (€1.70 per litre, than in Germany €1.92), but I needed to YouTube how to open and close the fuel tank! For those of you who have never driven a Fiat 500, you need to use the key to open and close the tank. But it’s not as simple as turning right to open and left to close. No, no, no, it’s like opening a combination lock. Hold this, turn that, blah blah.

It took 5 minutes to open the damn thing, and then like a damsel in distress, I needed the help of a kind gentleman to close it. He was refuelling at the pump behind me while I was fiddling with the tank and throwing a temper tantrum at my inability to do something as simple as closing the tank. What made it worse was that he closed it in 3 seconds!

If you’re visiting any of the surrounding countries (Germany, France, Belgium or the Netherlands) and can fit in a day trip to Luxembourg on your itinerary, then I would recommend you do so. It’s a quaint, cute little place that would put a smile on your face.

After wanting to visit this country for so long, I managed to have one misstep after another when I finally did. I wouldn’t say it ruined the day, rather it made it more memorable, but for all the wrong reasons.