marolles

One of our favorite places in Brussels. We're at the flea market, hunting. My wife is hunting for thin coffee cups, me paparazzi shots. Afterwards, we sit at a cafe and drink our coffees to warm up. Coffee is good, but food- not so good because it never arrives. True to the spirit of all Brussels' confused waiters and waitresses, ours takes 45min to bring our food and then hands it over to the wrong table where our plates are munched on before we can do anything. For the first time in Brussels, a waitress makes a poor attempt at apologizing and I realize that even though I kind of miss this city, I'll never be able to stay here for too long or I'll risk going crazy.