Getting to grips with Luxembourg

Two of the Express trains meeting in the Pétrusse Gardens. The tail of the train we were on is at the right of the picture.

This afternoon Celia and I went into Luxembourg city again, and caught the Pétrusse Express for a trip round the gardens and through various streets and byways. It’s a kind of train, in that it has an engine and engine driver, and three or so carriages. The travellers sit in little sections each for three people - though we managed to get a section to ourselves for some reason. The train doesn’t go on rails, however, but drives about on the road, a little like those children’s trains you see at festivals and such; in fact, it seemed debatable that this train would manage to carry its fairly large number of passengers up and down the steep roads. It did.
We’d booked online, but when we took the printed out email to the booth, the woman looked at it in some bewilderment. Seems as though online bookings are fairly rare, and that her boss wasn’t being very helpful at the other end of the phone. Nevertheless we got the tickets, and caught the train. There’s an ongoing commentary in various languages presented on earphones (you plug into the ceiling) and though it’s a little odd, because it dramatises some of the history (and one bloke even breaks into song) it gave us some background to the places we were passing. Though it wasn’t as clear as the commentary on the bus that we got on next. This hop on hop off bus (how is it that English is used for some things here?) goes round the main city and outskirts, and you can get on and off at various points along the way using the same ticket. We didn’t get off but decided to go the whole way and get an overview. Tomorrow we’ll hop on again and hop off a bit more readily. (We can still use the same ticket within a 24-hour period.)
When we got off the bus at the Gare (Railway Station for those who’ve forgotten their French) we went to look for a loo. Luxembourg is still one of the places where they make you pay for going to the toilet. We’d kind of got used to Celia having to fork out 50c while I went for free in the older shopping area, but she baulked at 1Euro 10c at the Gare. (And I would have had to pay 60c which didn’t grab me either.) Foolish pair. If you find a toilet in Luxembourg, go. We spent the next half hour trying to find another; went into McDonald’s and they didn’t have one; in Quik, and they required you to get a token from the counter - and presumably buy something; and even into some smaller malls. No joy.
Finally came across one up near the bridge leading back to the old town. Occupé. Well, that’s what the light said, but whoever was occupeying it was taking forever, literally. Desperate straits. Finally, gritting our teeth, we walked towards the Cathedral and the old town. And just when I was planning (in my head) to sneak behind a bush or building, we came across a portaloo in the Cathedral grounds. Don’t ask me why it was there, but obviously God had decided enough was enough.