Bofferding

Via a quick stop in the glass craft capitol of France, Metz, we eventually got off the train in Luxembourg's* largest city, Luxembourg.
One can easily understand why the micro nation's finest sports hero, Marc Girardelli**, happens to be an alpine skiier; the town must be one of the hilliest in the world. The city grew around its founding fortress, located high upon a rock, with a massive ravine bordering the original part. Luxembourg has since expanded, and the city now grows on both sides of the deep ravine. It still marks the border between the old town and the more modern parts, though.
An old city it is, we were taught while walking through the narrow alleyways. The town has a winding history of belonging to sometimes the Germans, the Dutch, the French and themselves. The king is, as per old tradition, or an old charter, or something, not a king at all, but rather an arch-duke. The quiet, comfy capitol is refreshingly devoid of tourist hordes, its alternating altitude offers some magnificent views and all in all is this Centraleuropean gem among gems something not to miss.
*) Lëtzenburg in Luxembourgian
**) Well, technically he was born and raised in Austria, but that's of minor concern