belgium, continued.

The next morning from Leuven, L accompanied us to the Bruxelles-Midi train station to drop off our luggage at the lockers and send us off on a train to Brugge. We passed farms and lush, green pastures dotted with cows.

In Brugge, we went on a tour of the city by foot, starting from the old belfry in the market square. We passed by numerous lace shops (including one with a somewhat creepy window display),

and walked along the canal. We got a bit lost along the way, but found ourselves enjoying the detour.

After a quick lunch of frites, soda, and a Hoegaarden (which was the same price as the soda), we rushed back to Brussels to see more of it.

In Brussels, we ambled around the Marolles district and browsed through a few antique shops.

We then headed towards the Museum of Musical Instruments, our eyes feasting on so many beautiful sights along the way.

We took a relaxing stroll through Parc de Bruxelles,

and stumbled upon the Grand Place, the magnificent market square of Brussels.

We stopped for cookies at Maison J. Dandoy before wandering down a side street to see the famous Brussels landmark, the Petit Julien (a statue of little boy urinating).

After a whirlwind afternoon in Brussels, we met up with L for dinner at the Armes de Bruxelles. We shared an appetizer of escargot (although the flavor of the garlic and parsley butter was good, I am still not very fond of escargot), and we all ordered moulet frites for our main course. Well, of course we did. Why wouldn’t we?

L walked us to the train station, where we said our goodbyes and parted. J and I then hopped onto the Eurostar to London. How we love the lightning-fast Eurostar! While I napped, we sped through France and the English Channel. In a mere two hours, we found ourselves at the London St. Pancras International, where we met up with our good friends, LW and S.