Claire is a wondeful sister! She was in Monaco for business on Friday and arranged to have a friend pick me up from the Gare du Midi, have a crêpe for dinner, and head straight to a bar where two of their colleagues were having a birthday party. Imagine walking ino a bar with a huge piece of luggage, a purse and camera bag, and a big jacket... yes, it happened. Few people own cars here, so using public transport to drop my bags off is too much of a hassle.
Friday night we danced and drank and spoke in English.
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| Claire's Neighborhood |
On Saturday we walked around Bruxelles. I sampled and purchased some chocolate from
Patrick Roger, a maître chocolatier. One would think the Belgians are jaded by so much good chocolates, but they are actually very aware of how good they have it.
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| Patrick Roger |
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| Manneken Pis, the fountain of a pissing boy that has become the city's mascot. How coincidential that he's dressed in scrubs! |
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| Bières belges avec Claire. La rouge-là, Kriek, c'était la mienne. |
Saturday night was a going away party for a friend of Clairee's who is moving to Shanghai. I had to speak in French all night and was pretty timid about using it for the first time in years. My comprehension is great but spoken is rusty. I did accidentally say "hola" to someone and wanted to die from embarrassment.
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| Sunday brunch at La Brittanique; a pay-as-you-think-appropriate type of coop. |
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| Lazy afternoon in the park. |
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