Yesterday we toured the Western Front starting off in Ypres where we visited the WWI Museum — confirming the senseless loss of life that occured during the “War to end all Wars.” We visited the War Memorial before driving to the German Graveyard where thousands of more boys are interred miles from their homes and families. One graveyard afer another, we trpouped around the countryside bearing witness to the tradgedy that unfolded so many years ago.It was a sombering day that only served to confirm my thoughts on the stupidity of war. All I really wanted to do at the end of the day, was to lie down in a dark room and listen to The Final Cut. Instead, we went to The Roi, for kirs and beers and that worked out.
Monthly Archives: November 2007
Okay, I’ve eaten waffles before — Vancouver has a few street stands and I always thought they were pretty good. UNTIL today. There is almost nothing better than a real belgium waffle — except perhaps two…come to think of it, all of the food here is outstanding. We started off this morning at the local market: flowers, cheese, bread, vegies, meat, jams, jellies and I could go on forever, but it’s almost time for dinner. After buttery croisants, we headed downtown to the antique market where I bought eleven of the most classic 45s known to human kind. Something amazing will be created, not sure what that might be yet. After so much shopping we were hungry again, so back to Mort Subite for steak tartar and beer. Such a perfect day.
Thanks to Issy for taking my camera with her to Spain, I’ve missed a few good photo ops over the last few days. But thanks to Jamie lending me his camera, I’m back and snapping again. Today we went on a lovely country drive from Brussels to a small town in the Ardennes where we ate belgium waffles and potage au poisson after a meander through Derbuy — a 15th century village perched on a the edge of the river bank. We are all a little tired — late night proving to all that Canadians really can dance and they can dance all night. I am impressed by the neatness and cleanliness of this small country — home to 10 million people.
Le Grand PlaceWhy is it that just about every place I visit, I’d like to live in? Last year, Dawson City seemed such a great option, but now I am falling in love with the capital of Europe — the food, the beer, the language (the French) — can’t understand a word of Flemmish. The flight from Toronto to Amsterdam was relatively short — six hours and from there on it was only twenty minutes to Brussels on the little city hopper. Check out my web album for photos of this latest adventure. Favourite place so far: An old bar in the downtown area with a resident cat and “brown” walls.
I love that people here dine with their pets, if they so wish — we are awfully uptight about things like this in North America.