Sunday 22 July. Brussels more welcoming today, in its Sunday best. Cycled in and saw the Magritte exhibition,
then walked to the European Parliament and back. That’s my to do list covered.
Just spoken to family celebrating Henry’s christening and sent them my love from a park by the presidential palace, wetting the baby’s head, sucking up the free WiFi, boules to the right of me, a form of Smite to my left. Very chilled.
A good day. Brussels in spring or autumn would offer a good short break.
After a hot ride back, guess what? I went for pizza again. Well, how often am I going to have a pizzeria 100m away?