Brussels

Late into the night we returned the car, and walked back to our hostel in the Jordaan area. Next morning, we headed to Paris, the capital of France, and maybe the most chic city in the world. H and I were travelling by Bus via Brussels, while the Bremen people headed there via train. We got around 3 hours in Brussels, in which we walked to the ‘Grand Place’, the centre of Brussels. It is grand in the true sense. All building are from an age long past. Especially remarkable is the hotel in the square, built in a Gothic style, and very impressive. The hostel was the intended target of a French bombing in the 17^th C, and ironically, it was the only building in the square that remained unharmed! Haha – at the French. We also saw the Mannekin Pis statue. It is a statue of a small kid, 2 feet in height, and pissing about 2m far! As expected, we use a lot for our PJs – Man-you-can-piss jokes come up about 3 times a day… Apparently this is the Belgian National monument. What were they thinking?

Then I bought a small pack of the famous Belgian chocolate Godiva. Also had the famous Belgian waffle with ice-cream, which left an incredible taste in my mouth. Mmm Mmm!

The business district of Brussels was just outside the Gare de Nord – or the North Station, where we were in transit, and we were more than pleased to capture some of it in our grateful lenses. We caught the 4 30 pm to Paris, and it reached sharp 8 30 to Paris. H and I were so tired that we never saw any of the French countryside on the way to Paris. We once woke up to see the city of Le Mon, and it looked just like Amsterdam, so much so that for a moment I thought we had boarded the wrong bus.