Pulegoso

I’ll tell you a story about Venetian glass. It’s something very typical for my family, with all the randomness and weirdness of it. So here’s how the story goes:

Luxembourg, Reims, Paris

So. 1:53 am, Paris, Hostelling International. Bonne nuit, why! Woke up in the morning, Luxembourg outside the window. Marvelous local breakfast with some delicious fresh-baked bread, cheese and ham. All around – forests and beautiful green fields.