Smee taking a photo.
In front of one of the main fountains.
Now, pretending to read on a park bench.
Me pretending to walk in the gardens.
My turn to pretend to read.
And another photo, just to admire the symmetry.
Unfortunately, the Royal Palace at the edge of the gardens was not open to the public. Poo. A photo of it nonetheless.
Me "smoking" a ciggie with a Belgian cop.
Stopping past Rue de Bouchers again, just to see how it looked during the day.
Brussels city centre, often referred to as the Grand Place was the location of the main market in medieval times. Gothic-style buildings line the perimeter of the square.
So many photos.
The time came again for food. Our aim in each city is to gorge ourselves on the national cuisine, as an attempt to compensate for the lack of variety in Londinium. The secondary aim is to eventually become repulsed and never crave such food again.
Here's the Friterie.
Smee in queue.
Our bunch of Frite "Flowers".
Smee battling his food again.
My pretty Frite Flowers.
One jumped into the mayo.
Next, I insisted on having a waffle given that the shops shut too early yesterday in Bruges.
The queue at the waffle cart.
Always ready to buy me food.
Voila! Chocolate coated waffle.
Must take embarrassing photo prior to consumption.
Me getting super-excited about my waffy.
I do think that the waffle company below consider a new marketing director.
Not THE best, just 'probably the best'.
For some reason, one of the 'must-see' things in Brussels is the Manneken Pis, which is essentially a statue of a little boy pissing. They do dress him up in little outfits and today we managed to catch him in a soccer outfit. I can only assume it's a Belgain team of sorts.
Here he is, doing his thing.
The crowds.
No, I didn't buy a waffle but I wanted to!
Belgium is also known for it's comic strip culture, being the land of the Smurfs and Tin Tin. Whilst I didn't get to visit the Comic Strip Museum, here are some pics of art on public buildings.
And now, here we are back at Rue de Bouchers.
The paella. I know it's Spanish but some reason everyone restaurant served it. It was fairly average.
Here's Smee battling with his yabbies again.
The poor mussell. About to be devoured by me.
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