Parc de Volkrange

It's Wednesday. My nieces and I have decided to take a little trip to Volkrange. After twenty minutes we arrived in front of the castle, which had lost several parts. I tell these two damsels that Immergarde and Guerlach, two lovers, used to light a candle so that they always think of each other. One day, one of them stopped lighting his own. "It sounds like a fairy tale, but it doesn't end well," they exclaimed
Without further ado, they set off to explore the park, jumping and rolling around in the dead leaves, racing around the trees, some of which are a hundred years old. We settle down on the steps of the amphitheatre to have our snack and rest for a while. Big black clouds are gathering in the sky. Quickly, it's time to go home. The first drops are falling on us. That's what autumn is like!

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