Mr. Holland, Your finding the hidden treasure in the valley of Luxembourrg city matches my own Sort of. :-) I was on a date with the daughter of a photo shop owner whom I met when having film developed. Daylight passed just as she took me on the walkway on the right hand side of the bridge you spoke of. Down and down we went, passing the row houses and small cafe's. All as clean as a whistle, no one dared drop as much as a match on the street or sidewalks. Woe to those that got caught doing so. It was a slice of heaven on earth for me; the well tended garden-like park bekoned us to benches set on a walk path. We were able to look straight up directly at the lights on the brige so high above. The silence in the valley was deafening; time stood still. As the young lady and I became entwined in youthful familiarity (read heavy necking only) I knew at that moment All of Luxembourg would have a significant role in my life. In the period of a year and many dates later I became a part of the hidden valley and its occupants. No G I's frequented the valley and its quaint neighborhood cafe's. The hidden truth is that the natives of the upper Luxembourg held a beliefe that the valley dwellers were lower class citizens and it was a dangerous place to go, especially in the dark. I now and then spread that tale to my soldier friends to keep them from following me on my week end visits (very selfish I know) I plan on visiting there again as soon as time and money permit. thanks mr. Holland for bringing that memory to my mind.
Eric L. Marsh

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