Over the Hills.

2015 is the 200 year anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo. We decided we couldn't be so close to the site, and not take a visit.

Stormy Nights.

We stepped out of the bar into, what soon transpired to be, the tail end of a hurricane that was sweeping its way across Europe. A quick run into a side street, in an attempt to keep us out of the rain, found us outside of the Tintin Store.

Bottoms Up.

On the far side of the square, there is a single door. There is nothing special about this door, and to anyone passing it would mean very little. However, step through it and follow a tight set of steps down into a cavern below, and you will find quite a gem.

Waffleing On.

We found ourselves in the food quarter.

Welcome to Brussels.

I threw open the curtains the next morning and the sun hit my face. Instantly, the cold, dark walk and the hint-of-curry nightmare from the night before disappeared, and Brussels was calling.

The Great Escape.

After my first ever adventure on the London Underground, and a quick jump on the Eurostar, we made it to a dark and windy Brussels.

Birthday Celebrations!

I have been completely and utterly spoilt rotten.