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... and indeed a lot of restaurants.
Worried that Bruxelles might be a sleepy city, closing early on Sundays, we were soon to be assured it wasn't so. A stone's throw* away from the national monument of Belgium lies Delirium village, a bar complex of some six to eight bars and clubs under the Delirium flag of the pink elephant, all sporting slightly different themes: Vodka and beer, tequila and beer, absinthe and beer and so forth and so on. But mostly ...
... At the end of the park is the Palais Royal, the official home of the Belgian monarch. It’s got a nice-lookin’ front, but looks a little government-building-ish. We couldn’t go in because it’s only open a whole 6 weeks out of the year.
What we thought was a short walk away is the Parc du Cinquantenaire. But it kept going and going. It was probably a good mile and a half walk from where we had ...
... anything but carbohydrates, by mid-morning I was beginning to struggle and had no alternative but to stop and eat. So wherever available it was eggs, eggs and more eggs!
Rose at 0640 on the promise of a nice early breakfast .... only to be informed by madame that her colleague had wrongly informed me: breakfast at the weekend commences at 0800 ... grrrh!
So hit the road later than planned and once again under-estimated the 117 km distance to ...
... along with frites (code word for eating more fries) - Belgiums other signature dish. It was fricken fantastic.
The most exciting part of the trip was heading to the Delerium Bar - a huge rustic beer bar with more than 2000 beers. The menu was literally a phone book. Kara put her Sunset skills and beer snobbery to the test - picking selections for her and Meg. There were live bands, scrumptious belgian beers, and locals and toursits alike. ...
... in Belgium in time for dinner with Rees and Fanny Ellis. I decided to drive east first and then turn north, rather than the reverse, so that I could have a fresh look at a place I have put on the itinerary for this year's pre-Feast historical tour through northern France and southern Belgium. After about a 90-minute drive I left the autoroute at Chateau Thierry. This was the front line during the last part of WW I, in the spring ...
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