This is Luxembourg City, which I visited on a whim, hoping that it would be a nice respite from Paris. (Paris was beautiful but also incredibly overwhelming, and made my brain want to implode from sensory overload.) I'm very glad that I decided to go! Probably very few people go to Europe saying, "I can't wait to go to LUXEMBOURG!" but I think that it's worth a day for anyone who is bumming around for a month or two. There's not much to do, but it is fairy-tale lovely, split by these deep greeny canyons that are scattered with ruined pieces of castles. Gorgeous.

My flickr account, with a small fraction of my Europe photos, is here.

6: the streets smell like laundry detergent

I was going to write something about how I have been a frustrated knitter -- a frustrated everything -- since I got back from Europe. But I would rather think about the light in Venice. The light and the laundry and the cats and the little children playing football against the fountains and the street musicians and the smell of salty water and the old women knitting in squares.