home of waffles,
Incase you haven't heard of Mannekin-Pis, it's statue of a little man doing... exactly what it sounds as if he's doing!
I have only visited Brussels once, but it was quite a memorable visit... I was 19 at the time and my then-boyfriend and I had travelled there by coach for a long weekend. There had been some sort of mix-up with over-bookings at the hotel and we (probably because we were the youngest and looked the most gullible) were tranferred to another hotel on arrival. WELL... The bed sheets were dirty, the toilet was stained brown and had a filthy ORANGE loo seat that was hanging off. It was also on the very edge of town. In my best schoolgirl French (mostly acquired in Avignon - as detailed in yesterday's post!) I told the woman at the desk we would not be staying there because it was "dégoûtant" (disgusting, skanky, revolting - you name it!). When a representative from the travel company arrived, she bustled us away at top speed and put us in a perfectly acceptable hotel. I heard her explaining (in French) to the concierge of the new hotel that we had been put in "the hotel the prostitutes use". (I did wonder if we'd been given the coach driver's room, poor bloke!) After that, we had a brilliant time and I've always meant to go back. Here are some pics...
Apologies for being useless and not making the photos fit in prettily - I couldn't figure out how to move them apart from left, centre, right!
Before you dash off, any chance you could visit Margo Kelly's blog as she's launching a book drive today for Columbia High School. Thanks!