After P took me out for a night on the town in Nancy (we agreed that Place Stanlislas at night is the most beautiful plaza in all of Europe), we had a beautiful breakfast with his parents and set off to Deutschland.

Three countries in two days? It’s all too much.

Every time I opened my mouth to speak in French, the realization that I should be speaking German hit me. I didn’t even know how to say excuse me! What a terrible, terrible tourist I am.

Because my lovely host is only half skinny French man, and other half German, he and his family love to head over to Germany when they can. We went to Saarbrucken, a town just over the border of France.

After shopping for a little while (I got a fabulous purple scarf for the rough winter ahead) we headed to a typical German restaurant, where of course they brew their own beer. Because it was the feast of St. Martin, I ordered turkey with potato dumplings and apple cabbage.

Afterwards we headed to a local art museum. Never before had I realized what amazing German artists there are (since living in southern France, home of Cezanne, Matisse, Picasso, I have been more concentrated on les francais). We checked out the main exhibition, and then on a jeté un œil at the main exhibit, on Karl Schmidt-Rottluff. His work was vibrant and colorful, just like the images I was used to seeing in the south. In fact, he was one of the pioneers of German expressionism. Who knew?

Karl Schmidt-Rottluff (1884-1976). Corner of a Park (Parkecke), 1910. Oil on canvas, 83.5 x 75.5 cm (32 7/8 x 29 3/4 in.). Pinakothek der Moderne, Munich.

Finally, before we headed home, we took the 4 heure. We walked into the bakery, and the smell of sweet pastry was overwhelming. I got a dense creamy apple cake to go with my coffee, and we sat in the booths and watched the crowded restaurant as people rushed in to escape the cold.

Soon, the dream was over, and we were in the car going back to Verdun. Merci à P et sa famille pour cette très belle visite!


Do you like money? How about sharp business suits and pointy-toed European dress shoes? How you ever wanted to live in one of the richest countries in the world?

Luxembourg might be the place for you.

Wednesday I was treated by my French friends to a trip to Luxembourg! It was fabulous!

quels beaux gosses!

When I lived in the south of France, I visited Monaco. Similar to the city of Lux(e), it was extravagant and stately. I would compare Luxembourg to Monaco, in that they are both logistical anomalies. Both small, entirely surrounded by other countries, you can find beautiful cars, lots of banks, and exorbitant shops. Luxembourg is the northern version – a little more urban and a little more modern.

I loved walking around old Luxembourg, following the small streets to the palace, and watching as the guard sternly passed back and forth. A much smaller version of the Beefeaters in England, I hoped I wouldn’t get in trouble as I snapped a picture.

Then we were passing by Longchamp, Zadag and Voltaire, and Mauboussin; picking out our future engagement rings and briefcases for our future lucrative careers (ok, the engagement rings were more me than the boys).

Because it was raining and cold, the day ended with a steamy coffee, thawing our freezing fingers. The room filled with smoke – Luxembourg is one of the few places where it is still legal to smoke in cafés! It’s the little things, really…

Of course, before we headed back to Nancy for the evening, we stopped at the gas station to fill up on essence and drinks – both cheaper in Luxembourg. I couldn’t believe I made it to another country and back in one single day! Little did I know, I would be in Germany the next day.

Gotta love the north of France 🙂

update –> more to come

It’s raining. Hard.


I am kind of scared.


It’s been raining for a week straight.

I am sipping tea in my bed.


I have just returned from a(nother) fabulous adventure.


Yesterday I was in Luxembourg. This afternoon I was in Germany. Right now I am in France.


I have met some of the most generous and altruistic people during my twenty-years of life. I don’t know if they will ever understand how grateful I am.

I love my fabuleux destin.

Centre Pompidou-Metz

Newly opened in the Spring of 2010, the Centre Georges Pompidou has a posh new location: Metz.

Walking along the elegant streets of residential Metz approaching the train station, any innocent pedestrian would cross under the bridge and walk straight into an enigma amongst classic beauty. A colossal white structure plopped down from cosmic underworld, one can speechlessly wonder, is it a space station? Is it a bread box? Why no, it’s a modern art museum.

For those lovers of modern art, this is the place to be. The museum starts with the theme of the chef d’oeuvre, explaining its history and continuing with examples throughout the entirety of the exposition. Drawing in definitions from authors and directors as well as artists, it brings into question the significance of value and innovation (something most people struggle with in a modern art museum).

One of my favorite pieces was from Ben, a French artist whose care-free style made me chuckle. The piece, called Boutique, was a formerly functioning store in Nice, transported to the museum. It was made entirely out of recycled materials, filled with books and bells and rubber duckies. One’s eye is constantly flickering from one thing to another, indulging in spotting witty novelties.

Ben Vaultier

Ben Vaultier


Another area of interest was the history of the architecture of art museums in France. One could truly appreciate the work that went into the design of the building. Even if you turn your nose up in disgust at modern art, you must visit the museum to see the views of Metz. As the visit continues from the floor up, at each new level you get a new appreciation for the city. The backdrop is perfectly framed so that it too, becomes another piece in the gallery.

The perfect way to spend a rainy Saturday, I highly recommend a visit to Centre Pompidou-Metz. Just be sure to stop by Verdun on your way 🙂