The city itself was pretty cool. Didnt really seem very busy there at all. Lost of old arhitecture, alot of character overall. The Belgian beer is pretty good, and also the Belgian waffles. Then theres the Belgian chocolate. I guess Belguim is well known for alot of things..
The weather was perfect, got to check out a place called the Instrument Museum. 4 stories of instruments from all over the world and all time periods. When you go in they give you headsets, and you just walk up to the display and the music of the instrument starts playing through your headphones.
A pretty nice art museum, they had the original Dali painting, the one with the skinny guy holding up a cross to those huge elephants with really skinny legs…Ok Dali seems to really like elephants.. its called ‘The Temptation of St. Anthony‘ thank u google.
Theres also a comic strip museum that is pretty cool. Alot of old originals from the 30s onward. Plus the city itself has a comic strip walk, where whole sides of buildings are done up comic style all around the perimiter of the town.
What else.. pretty nice parcs where people are wasting their time playing soccer and am using my time efficiently lying in the grass.
Also, watched a movie of music of this guy Jaques Brel done to ballet. “Ne me quitte pas” is one of his most popular songs if u want to check him out.
There also seems to be some sort of network of bums/drunks/drug addicts who the local people dont seem to mind really. They all look the same and they’re all drinking beers 24/7. At times they are obviously off in some land of drug induced stupor and attempt to ramble some of their crazy talk to you. Being a fan of crazy talk and of bums/drunks/drug addicts who appeat to be in a drug induced stupor I made my best effort to extract a bit of meaning from their garbled French. Unfortunatly I don’t quite understand garbled French, or really well spoken French for that matter, and my companion in Brussels seemed not to understand the fact that upon conversation with these poor souls I could straight-away sort them out, or at least provide them a bit of their own medicine. So, I had to abandon my philanthropic endevours and continue on.
Anyway, there are also these guys about my age who actually kneel in the middle of the street with an overly dramatic pouty look in their face with thier hands cups. Filthy beggars, they are. Perfectly capable of work, yet kneeling in the sidewalk acting sad at like 2:30 on a Tuesday when the shop next door is hiring. One of them came up to me and gave me a bit of paper that said something about his kids being sick, so give him money. Bloody liar, he was. The other side was in another language and it was brought to my attention that the other side was a completly different story from the english version, no doubt some sinister plot to extort money from unsuspecting tourists. Not very well thought out either. Not even a joke, song, or dance, or some form of entertainment or amusement, just some crap story badly written on a scrap of waste paper.
Anyway, not to focus on the negative as these filthy beggars were but a small finger smear on the cold frothy beer mug of Brussels.