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Travel Blogs from Saint-Josse-ten-Noode
The taxi driver arrived promptly on Wednesday morning for my day trip to Brussels. He spoke a little English and was very friendly and willing to engage in conversation.
I caught the Thalys train at 8.25am from Gare du Nord. This was a lovely experience. First class air travel was out of my league but my Eurail pass was first class. This hour long trip came with a lovely breakfast and pleasant service. One of the staff asked if ...
... much of a chance to talk to Mr. Plunkett until the end of the evening, but he was very gracious and welcoming. Both he and his wife struck me as genuinely nice people, and she even announced raffle ticket numbers in English, French and Dutch.
Fastforward to a few hours later, after several glasses of champagne (on my part, not the driver's), too many shrimps and chicken legs, and a healthy serving of grapes and camembert (my reasoning ...
... could make galaktoboureko. In a thick English accent, he turned around and said to the owner, “Is it possible to get a galactic burrito please?” Surprisingly enough, the owner knew exactly what we were talking about, but wasn’t able to make it. We ended up ordering ice cream, baklava and cake, and when they discovered they were out of baklava, they brought us other things instead. We had a veritable feeding frenzy and devoured four desserts ...
... back in and tried to not concentrate on the fact that the guy in front was clearing cat faeces onto his food tray.
I arrived into Brussels at around 8:15, I was anxious as I knew my connecting flight to the UK left at 9:05. I was in such a rush, especially having difficulty when I tried to pick up my rucksack. My finger was still huge! I couldn't bend it or even use my right hand to clench items. I saw the gate I needed to be at ...
Horses and carriages line the cosmopolitan streets that are filled with
chocolate stores and handcraft boutiques. The roads are paved with cobblestones
and the colourful buildings loom overhead.
I soon find the market square which is a bustling hub of eating and
shopping and a large cathedral dominates the skyline above the square. It looks
a bit how I picture Notre Dame in Paris – a harsh grey gothic style building