Grand Duchy of Luxembourg (continued, part 3) I decided that I have breakfast later and hoped that the weather improves. Fortunately, the rain stopped, and the rest of the day I was traveling through the vineyards, enjoying my second day in the Mosel wine region. Vineyards began at the river and stretched to the opposite slope of the valley, to the very crest of the hill. There, they abruptly broke off and were replaced by the more familiar woods and fields. I again went through several tiny hamlets, Nestled between vineyards, each with its own wine cellar, and then I went to dinner at Remigio, one of the restaurants on the Grand Boulevard on the River. Monument in Remigio Toward the end of the day, I have come across billboards for tourists with information about the town Vellenshtayn, who was depicted in a glass of wine. Anticipating the upcoming wine tasting, I walked several kilometers on these signs. By the time I reached the village, tourist information in my head has turned into something like a Carlsberg beer commercials - which quite possibly is the best information for tourists from all over the world. It is not about any nonsense like housing or local attractions, but well presented bars, terraces with comfortable seating, great views of the valley and the earliest sunset and the beautiful waitresses who serve you with samples of glasses of local wine to sample. For me was the biggest disappointment is that this tourist attraction on Thursday does not work. Vineyards authors of my twelve-year-old guidebook ("Walking in Europe from north to south) describe the 10 laws of long hiking. These are the basic rules, such as, for example, always stop at a cafe, if given the chance, and the fear of ignorance of local, giving guidance on what direction to go. I admit that there is only one law - the law of dishonesty. And knowing that there is a day when all the shops, places to sleep and places of entertainment are closed, came to me irresistibly. I either come too early for most local events, or they have already happened. The best way out for me was a dispassionate attitude toward such things. Undoubted advantage was that by the end of the day I managed to find accommodation at the tourist camp in the town Remershen before they began a violent thunderstorm. Lyuksemburzhets Mike From Remershena I returned to the valley of the Moselle, was a couple of thousand steps through the vineyards, and turned westward to the southern border of Luxembourg. When I was walking on top of a hill in front of me the first time opened the form in France, more precisely to the power plant, whose thick black smoke mingled with the greyness cloudy sky. This species was a reminder that the beautiful scenery of Luxembourg were left behind, and soon I will be surrounded by the industrial landscape of Lorraine plateau. A few hours later I got to commune Mondorf-les-Bains, the spa town, which lies on the border of Luxembourg and France. There is a natural source from which the rock saturated with salt water, heated to 36 degrees. I decided to dedicate a few hours recuperation, and really felt better after a sauna, steam rooms and even a pool with cold water. All of this would have liked me more if melting would not be prohibited, except in pools. While I am completely in English was covered with a towel, the majority of visitors, particularly older men, felt very relaxed Adam costumes, waving their genitals to each other's faces. State of relaxation did not last long, just before the release of the resort, as I still had to pass in that day 20 km on flat country roads along the border with France. By the end of the day I finally reached the area Buranzhe where boarded a train to Luxembourg city to spend there one last night. On the way to the tourist center, I began a conversation with a bus driver. He talked a lot about "Pretty Woman", which can be found in the city. Luxembourg City I decided to go into town, where he again met with Mike and several of his friends at school, and again we drank a couple glasses of beer. They were all very friendly, so I felt like part of their company, even though they could not understand the meaning of my journey. Unfortunately, my evening ended a little earlier than planned, as in Luxembourg, the law under which you must wear shoes. The same as in the past was in England. So in one pair vetnamok I could not go far. It seems the time has come to sum up my stay in Luxembourg. Even despite the fact that the country itself is very small, and is home to only 600,000 inhabitants (a third of them - foreigners residing and working in the country), she has a great diversity of landscapes, and walk on it just fantastic. The country is really beautiful - from attracting the attention of castles crowning hilltops, to small villages in which the flowers planted in the tub, which previously were part of an old wine press. Luxembourgers are not afraid to paint their houses in bright colors, at least every fourth house (this applies mostly to new homes) is painted in bright blue, red and orange. Small religious icons and statues littered the streets of villages and the countryside. So Little Switzerland, where I was going now, leaving the Luxembourg? In general, I walked 500 miles and go through the same amount to proudly wear the title of the person who was able to walk to the Mediterranean coast. Well, see you soon. Start material:
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