So, Gui and I decided to get out of the tourist-laden city for a bit. Realizing that we’d only just come back a week ago from a full week of holidays, we were still itchin’ to do some traveling before la rentrée and in anticipation of fuller workloads at the end of the month.
I was pretty amazed at how much I remembered and recognized from my one single night spent there over 2 years ago. It was warmer this time around than that first February trip, so we sipped a beer on a terrace, ate moules-frites and boeuf à la bière among the locals, grabbed some nutella gaufres and strolled around the streets and parks of the city without any rush or fuss. We had no idea that we were coming to the city during one of its most popular weeks – the week of the Flower Carpet – so we were surprised at how big the crowds were in the Grand Place. We didn’t spend too much time there, opting instead to visit some greener areas of the city I’d never seen before.
There was a lot going on in town, though, and we came across a music festival (Massive Attack and some other groups were playing), a park full of people and even a few pianos in the street. It was an interesting daytrip, though much of it totally unexpected. In the end, we came home with full and happy bellies, a trunk full of beer and a few bags of our favorite chocolates. A day well spent if I do say so myself.
|Gui loves his Kwak|
|The flower carpet at the Grand Place|
|a little gaufre for Gui|