Random pictures of Brussels
So, in all honesty...there is not much to Brussels, and that proved to be a perfect for me at my stage of traveling. I was getting tired of seeing things. I was also tired thinking about and experiencing the tourist industry which makes my mind spin, my heart worried and my mouth sometimes gag. Brussels was perfect. It was largely residential, had a relatively low-degree of tourism, everything was close together and was very pretty. It was also a good base for us to travel: Sara from Bruges, both of us to Maastrict, and me to Den Haag.
Here are some random pictures from Brussels. This is Prince Albert staring at his beloved wife who I've forgotten the name of---and now, cannot seem to find (quickly) on google. Anyway, I have more detailed pics, but I'll spare you. Here is Albert at the peak of his youth, riding gallantly on a horse, looking ever-so-dashing. And here is Beatrice? (Let's call her Beatrice....sorry Brussel-ites, if I got her name wrong.) Here is Beatrice, across the street, staring at Albert seemingly eternally as she holds a bouquet of flowers and is sculpted to look like a prim, proper, though still quite pretty 60-year-old. These two crack me up.
This is the European Parliament. A sub-committee was literally in session. That was kind of neat.
Here's a church I forget the name of, but it's one where the royalty get married in. It has these neat little pictures of Jesus carrying the cross. I really like this church.
This is view of this wondefully little garden, Place du le Petit Sablon....surrounded by little statues of men representing all the trades.
And this is the Mannekin Pis. If there's anything touristy about Brussels---this little man is it. And he's really little, like maybe a foot tall and that's it. They dress him up in little outfits...think Elvis. I think because he's so little, because he's kind of naughty, he kind of charming in a weird way. Even I---prone to over-think-and-thus-wary-and-exhausted
-by-tourism---was tempted to buy this little guy's fashion portfolio as documented on 54 playing cards. Then I looked at the price and walked away. (5-6 euros.)
Here are some random pictures from Brussels. This is Prince Albert staring at his beloved wife who I've forgotten the name of---and now, cannot seem to find (quickly) on google. Anyway, I have more detailed pics, but I'll spare you. Here is Albert at the peak of his youth, riding gallantly on a horse, looking ever-so-dashing. And here is Beatrice? (Let's call her Beatrice....sorry Brussel-ites, if I got her name wrong.) Here is Beatrice, across the street, staring at Albert seemingly eternally as she holds a bouquet of flowers and is sculpted to look like a prim, proper, though still quite pretty 60-year-old. These two crack me up.
This is the European Parliament. A sub-committee was literally in session. That was kind of neat.
Here's a church I forget the name of, but it's one where the royalty get married in. It has these neat little pictures of Jesus carrying the cross. I really like this church.
This is view of this wondefully little garden, Place du le Petit Sablon....surrounded by little statues of men representing all the trades.
And this is the Mannekin Pis. If there's anything touristy about Brussels---this little man is it. And he's really little, like maybe a foot tall and that's it. They dress him up in little outfits...think Elvis. I think because he's so little, because he's kind of naughty, he kind of charming in a weird way. Even I---prone to over-think-and-thus-wary-and-exhausted-by-tourism---was tempted to buy this little guy's fashion portfolio as documented on 54 playing cards. Then I looked at the price and walked away. (5-6 euros.)
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