The Long Weekend


And here we have Brussels – or Bruxelles as it is called in France. I was there yesterday with a friend of mine after we travelled all the way to France to visit a flea market that turned out to be a huge disappointment.

We bagged on Lille and took the Eurostar to Bruxelles and spent a good part of our time on the top-tier of a tour bus, but that was perfectly OK with me as I really couldn’t manage walking aimlessly through the streets anymore. Touring is indeed very difficult when you don’t know the city — and when you are middle-aged with painful hips and general fatigue, it is even more so.

When I came home, my little dog whimpered when she saw me and I nearly whimpered back, as I was so happy to see my house again.


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