Like a fairy tale town, it’s a wonder Luxembourg is not more renowned and bustling with tourists.
The misty, damp weather suited the city.
Peyresq, Alpes de Haute-Provence, France.
Peyresq is literally at the end of the road. It ends in the village plaza (‘plaza’ is a bit generous; dusty circle is more apt). There are two permanent residents in Peyresq. This is also the minimum number of people required by French custom to be provided with a postal and road cleaning service: every day these two residents have post, it must be brought to them; all winter, the alpine road must be kept snow-free.
I stayed here for a ten day summer school. This is a long time at the edge of civilization, and re-integration into the Nice metropolis was scary (I shirked Monaco). This isolation breeds companionship, making Peyresq a perfect location for interactive summer schools and the like.
There are few easier places to photograph.
But at a price: 23 Euros for two beers. But as the Norwegians always say, “If there’s a more expensive way to do something: do it”.
Living in Amsterdam, anything with hills great.
A personal highlight was Oslo’s spanking new opera house (Operahuset).
There would be more photos if it weren’t so dam cold.
The ski jump looks formidable.