Flea time in Brussels

We cancelled our trip to Ghent today and will do it on the way to Lille in 2 days time.

So today it was Brussels. You are all well aware of my fear of markets, but today was different. 

These flea markets were really good with lots of good old stuff.

The 1,000s of LPs were overpriced and today's big winner was Nana Mouskouri. I could have purchased this, but I've matured.

In a contest between Harry Secombe, James Last, Richard Clayderman and Nana (the big 4 of any second hand record sales), Nana blitzed it today. Perhaps it was European favouritism.

There was loads of good junk and Annette was very close to buying a clock. The pros and cons of price, weight and transportation were thought about extensively. We do not have a clock to pack however Annette bought a brooch.

We both purchased books to assist with our French language understanding. Annette got a novel and me a Seven Dwarves book and a Donald Duck. Mine can double as a first Christmas present for a granddaughter. Winner winner. Sept is 7 in French. That is progress.

We were there for hours.

We then went to the streets with quirky shops, but lots were closed. We found a multiple-storied antique store.

I purchased half a golf club, we found a morning tea store and wearily made our way home for lunch and rest.

Annette had a museum appointment whilst I had an appointment with Nanna nap time. She may elaborate about the museum: I went to the Magritte museum, dedicated to the art of surrealist René Magritte.

After, she dropped in to the supermarket to buy lots of ingredients, returned and then unleashed me, by myself and Google maps, on a 20 minute adventure to a sport store, and to fulfil my Elvis Costello destiny and buy some red shoes that an angel wants to wear (have a listen to My Aim is True by Elvis C. You will thank me).

Home alive, washing machine battle won, and clothes on the line, and a new food to try that starts with G (gyoza). We even ate broccoli. Remember when there was a no vegetables rule on holidays?

I couldn't sleep as I fell off the Pepsi wagon. Or fell on. One of them. One litre gone and the caffeine wanted to stay awake and have fun.

Ps. We both had stomach pains during the night.

Gyoza be evil.