Yesterday, once we’d made our way to our apartment and dropped the luggage off, we wandered our neighborhood in the dream state of arrival, ambled to the Ixelles Pond hangout, wandered into the venues for the Belgian Short Film festival, bypassed the French fry shack, loitered in a graphic novel book shop (Grubb can amuse you with some of those titles), popped in to the local grocery store for dinner supplies (Grubb made a beeline for the herring) and then called it a day.
French is the prevalent vibe here in Brussels. Primary language of this region is French although Dutch pops up here and there. Train announcements (our transport from the airport into Brussels) were French, Dutch, and English, in that order.
The weather, by the way, was gorgeous. Sunny skies, low 60’s, perhaps a bit windy.
We didn’t do well at picture taking.
Herring is the Netherlands. Belgium is mussels.
Yes, the muscles were there but herring was a priority.