Day 165 Friday 27 July
I missed the train… it was standing at the platform as I got out of the lift, but moved away before I got there.
I caught the next one – an hour later – and sat on a fold-down seat in the luggage compartment, which was full of people (some without seats) and was so hot that when the doors opened at a station we would all lean out to get some fresh air.
And when I got there I STILL had a problem with understanding the metro… despite all the times I’ve been!
But I got there… and ordered the aperitif Maison at the Arcadi cafe. When I asked the waiter what was in it, he said: ‘gin, and… we’re never too sure, because the barman changes it according to what he’s got behind the bar!’
Needless to say, it was great!
Then I watched someone crossing the square wearing a white dress and heels and carrying a purple handbag, but with noticeable male-pattern-baldness issues! I wondered briefly if s/he was wearing a chef’s white apron over shorts, but the shoes and bag seemed to contradict that.
Dear old Brussels! It’s good to be back.