Hostellerie du Peiffeschof
No prices found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Minbar in room
- Breakfast Available
- Non-smoking hotel
- Free High-Speed Internet
Photos of Hostellerie du Peiffeschof
TripAdvisor Reviews Hostellerie du Peiffeschof Arlon
Travel Blogs from Arlon
Hamish and I took a train and bus up to Each-Sur- Sure. A very pretty region that is part of one of the Luxembourg National Parks. The trees were past there autumn best, but still pretty. We started off by exploring the castle... now a well preserved ruin, that sits above a town that is in the"u" bend of the river Sure. Then we walked along the river banks towards Lultzhausen. It was a track some ...
... of it. Everywhere.
We reached arlon fairly quickly, and the center of the town reminded me of downtown durban. Somewhat chaotic.
Then. Suddenly. Exhaustion set in. A electricity box jumped out In front of Jan and knocked him down. He didnt stand a chance. He looked a it like the tour de france accidents. Except in slow motion. Crash, boom bang. Jan on the floor. Electricity box ...
So comfy and cozy we slept in late, Michel had already gone to the bakery for croissants. Then there was the issue of trying to make coffee in the deluxe coffee maker. No luck, so we picked up our pastries and headed down the road to have a morning, now almost noon, beverage. This rainy afternoon saw us visiting the archaeological museum which features artifacts from Roman times. Later yet we heard a ...
... dug to protect themselves. It was easy to picture the scene since we had watched some WWII movies and documentaries at home.
We drove through Parkers Crossroads, and on to Malmedy. We stood at the edge of Malmedy looking across the road to the field where 84 American prisoners of war were executed by Germans soldiers.
One of the reasons Steve was so interested in going on this trip was because his uncle, Dave Zylstra fought in ...
It's foggy in Arlon, Belgium this morning. That's fitting.
I came to the border of Belgium and Luxembourg for reasons I do not fully understand and cannot properly express. In part, I hoped to trace the steps of an uncle whose name I bear and whose unspoken charge I seem compelled to have followed, as best I could, my entire life. In part, I hoped to learn more of a world of which I am embarrassed to admit I know so ...