PARC DE VOLKRANGE

It's Wednesday. My nieces and I decided to take a little trip to Volkrange. After a twenty-minute drive, we arrive at the castle, which has lost several games. I tell them that Immergarde and Guerlach, two lovers, used to light a candle to keep each other in their thoughts. One day, one of them stopped lighting his. "It's like a fairy tale, but it doesn't have a happy ending," they exclaim.
Without further ado, they set off to explore the park, jumping and rolling in the fallen leaves, racing around the trees, some of which are over a hundred years old. We settle down on the steps of the amphitheatre for a snack and a little rest. Dark clouds gather in the sky. Quickly, it's time to go home. The first drops fall on us. It's autumn!