We checked out of the hotel – me with the hangover from hell. Although how that happened on one small glass of wine I really can’t tell! We walked through the European parliament area – and appreciated the statues that our taxes have paid for.
I love this one.
Glimpse of old Brussels through the skyscrapers.
Glimpse of woman trying not to be sick.
Older statues, and then into the magnificent Parc du cinquantaire..
They were setting up for the Brussels marathon – but my man beat them all.
I sat in the park for a while – looking much like the woman above – and then we went and bought some stodge and juice for medicinal purposes. Very nice it was too.
We walked back into the centre – stopping for a drink outside a cafe – the first one we sat outside was in the full blast of the sun – so we walked round the corner and found a shady street where I had milkshake and icecream (still working on the hangover) We watched small boys mending a cycle very expertly.
I love Brussels – a really dowdy shop – but with gorgeous tiles above the windows.
These gentlemen have replaced the birds nest on the boulevard de waterloo.
Down through the park with Pan,
Past a rather thuggish cherub
and through the Botanic gardens – where we saw a rowdy wedding party driving by.
We arrived at the Crowne Plaza – nice room but not a patch on the one we had last time we stayed there. Still, as it was on points and we hadn’t paid a penny couldn’t really grumble.
And they had left drugs on the pillow.
We went out to buy Drink and other provisions – and were met with a crowd demonstrating their joy at our visit.
Phil striding through the beautiful foyer. We had a drink and something to eat – then set out again for St Catherines Square – where there was dancing in a big tent!
There was lindy hop – we had an attempt – but didn’t last long against the experts. Who included the lady (?) almost wearing the blue swimming costume masquerading as a dress. (Miaow)
This girl had a huge amount of fun.
After the lindy hop a couple came out to teach jive – they were fast. We did try – but very difficult in a crowded tent in a foreign language.
We went out and had a drink of palm d’or in the square – I was upset because my favourite waiter must have got a proper job.
We walked back to the hotel
Did a bit of tidying up on the way!
Elegance in a box.
The trad jazz men were there again – and we managed to get a table.
We drank leffe – not funny drinks – however much cannabis they put in them. Although the glasses they served the drinks in made you believe that you might have had a bit too much!