Touring Old Luxembourg. All of about three little blocks.
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in lasting tribute to those fallen comrades -- lost to the nether regions of the blogosphere
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November
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- Identification Cards, Photos, and Passes.
- Tarte au potiron, aussi à la française!
- Thanksgiving, à la française!
- Preciosa wins the wishbone wish! And what does sh...
- Bobby says, "J'attends le silence."
- Pass the turkey, please. Oops! I mean, the chick...
- Ça va mieux…
- Crisis Level Soars as Pumpkin Pie Plunges to Untim...
- Murphy's Law and Moving Day.
- Appreciation and depreciation.
- End of the walking tour, sauf the uphill (read: cl...
- Touring Old Luxembourg. All of about three little...
- Amelia spits into the well to check the depth at t...
- Arrivée in Luxembourg. Beautiful inspite the weat...
- Chilling at Café Jehanne d'Arc.
- La Nostalgie de la Hilltop.
- Perspective on my Birthday.
- Defying the Odds.
- Scrambled Egg Baguettes.
- Election Morning and Air-Raid Sirens.
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