Brussels - a simple story

A couple days ago, before Paris (I'm in Geneva, Switzerland at the moment), I and the three guys I'm traveling with were in Brussels. Our goals were simple, and they got carried out just about completely.

We wanted to eat waffles (probably with cholocate), drink Belgian beer and tour a brewery (in addition to seeing the city a bit through walking all over the place). Obviously we had other aspirations but basically that's what happened.

The waffles with melted Nutella on top were amazing! Beer was good too, and Old Town and the Grand Place were great as well--huge and impressively, intricately designed and built. They made for some great pictures.

Regardless, good pictures aside and seeing a new country as well, I wasn't extremely impressed with Brussels. But that's what I had been told to expect, so no surprises.

The odd thing was though, when we were asked later if we saw the Atomium, built for the world fair (like a ton of huge works of art and scultpure have been) in 1958, we had not idea what they were talking about. We didn't see it. Oops. But we saw what we came to see, so it was a success in the end regardless.

Then came Paris.