Scope-Tech: He Hustles to Brussels

My last full day in Brussels. My last full day of the trip. By London based co-workers took off mid-afternoon for the train back home. My flight back home was Friday around noon. I was hoping to duck out a little early, too.

That didn't happen.

I got out about 6:00, and made a break for it. I'm going to start loosing my light soon!

Welcome to Belgium: Need social security benefits.	But there were signs that either the Avengers or Anarchists are in town.
This funky van was parked in front of the royal palace.	Which I glanced over the fence.
But it was protected by lions.	King Leopold, watching out over the palace, too.
I was walking down this street by the palace, and got yelled at by police/ soldiers with automatic weapons. Because I was literally walking down the street. Right down the middle. They wanted me over on the sidewalk, I guess. Whatever, there was no traffic on the road. Maybe, just maybe, they should be less concerned about me, and more about people vandalizing the mail box they where standing in from of.
	Godfrey of Bouillon – The inventor of the bouillon cube.
Musée Modern Museum – Museum of Fine Arts	There's scaffolding around the Palace of Justice. So, the Palace of Justice is behind bars.
I have no idea what is going on with these trees…	SERIOUSLY, no idea.
I turned the corner to find a crowd gathered to gawk at a little boy peeing.	Manneken-Pis is the mascot of the city. You find his image everywhere, from shirts
To larger than life sized chocolate statues	Here's the original Manneken-Pis
I knew that going to Brussels, I would need to get Cora something Smurfy. After passing on the lunch box earlier, I found this Smurf shop right by Manneken-Pis. I mean, she dressed as a Smurf for Halloween when she was younger. This is one time I wish I had some folding money on me. But I had my charge card, she got some Smurfs.	I made my way back to the Grand Place…
To get some shots before the sun set.

	Le Roy? Is that you, Le Roy? I didn't recognize you in the daylight.
And then I started wandering the side streets…	just to see what I could see.
And to find more neon…	and more neon…
and neon with the red filter…	and terrifying hostage taking rabbits.
And this is Manneken-Pis's sister, Jeanneke Pis. She's peeing in jail.	But she seems happy about it.
She's actually located down this little alley	Delirium Alley
Beer Planet. Not Beer Asteroid. Not Beer Moon. Beer Planet.	I found this cat highly disturbing…
And a little exciting.	I have no idea what they show at this cinema. Probably naked cowboys sitting around eating pudding.
"A La Mort Subite" – "A Sudden Death". Like the beer from the night before. Named after the last round of a dice game some patrons used to play on their lunch hour.	Back at the Cathedral. I a walking is circles around the Grand Place area. Snapping as many pictures as I can before I lose my light.
Mooo! Mooo!
As always, a few flowers for Cora	And a few more for me.
Back in the Galeries Royales Saint-Hubert. Le Pain Quotidien. Appears that there's one in my old neighborhood now.	Now that's an Easter egg. Hopefully not a Cadbury Creme Egg. Imagine all that goo.
Easter bread with rabbits baked into the crust.	Belgian Waffles. In Belgium. They did not have Brussels Sprouts shops.
A nice jazz band grooving in Agora Square.	Touching the mustache of Charles Buls, former mayor of Brussels.
I remember this place. When I last visited about 25 years ago, the I was staying with my ex-girlfriend and her now ex-fiancée worked at that hotel at the time.	There were some emotions here. Echoes of the old jealousy/hurt, but mostly relief. Cora was worth the wait.
That's some name.	Some beautiful stained glass in a store window.
A guy playing the accordion on the far corner has a guy on the near corner dancing.	I assume this means that it is okay to let your dog poop on the street.
	So, I had lost my light and was getting hungry, so I decided after wandering around for a while that Falstaff looked like a good place to eat. Until I noticed the sign that said "Only cash today! Sorry" Not having any cash, I kept walking, but not before taking a shot through the window. And the guy sitting there was well aware that his picture was being taken. And he was not happy about it.
Out in front of the Brussels Stock Exchange, looking up at the lions.	It sits on the Place de la Bourse. If this looks familiar, it was where Brussels gathered after the bombing. Freaked me out a little when I saw it on the Today show and I realized I WAS RIGHT THERE!
These guys tried to sell me some "homemade" trinkets to help pay for their mission. I gave them a $1 (once again, no local currency). Still need to email them this picture.	Ended up eating at Raphael's Restaurant. It was filled with these old religious statues. I could not find restaurants for Donatello, Leonardo, or Michelangelo.
More inside on Raphael's.	The staircase to the upper floor where the bathrooms were wound around and past this chandelier.
I think the book says, "Bathrooms that way".	And a nice light (bot not "light") beer.
More neon. I told you. I fell in love with neon this trip.	Maybe they have "Dogs Playing Polo"?
I'm not certain this guy makes me want to try your frites.	Mont des Arts – Clock says you better bet back to the hotel and get packing.
I think these kids are mocking me.	Looking down the Mont des Arts toward the Grand Place. Even though I needed to get back, I lingered for a few minutes.
Maybe that means something different in French or Flemish?	I told the native French co-worker Lalie that this sign said, "Cheese Ball".
And now I feel like I'm in any mall USA. But no Conan [LINK to blogpost]	And one last blast of neon.

And with that, I called it a night. Packed, Skyped with Cora, and prepared to have one of the longer days of my life as I chased the sun across the Atlantic.

This part of the trip involved passing through the Brussels Airport. This is about 10 days before the bombing. I remember as I was walking through the airport, I think I went through 4 different security checks, how safe I felt. I didn't take many pictures inside. There were a lot of serious people with their fingers not far from triggers. I didn't want to draw any undo attention. But, as best as I can tell, I walked within a few feet of where the explosions happened. [Chills]

Back at Luxembourg Square, looking at the European Parliament.	This old train station is actually the EU Parliament Information Office.
The fuschia squirrel was a little freaky.	The statue of John Cockerill, a prominent British-Belgian 19th century industrialist in the center of the square.
Look who is creeping around behind the trees! It's CORA! It's a SIGN!	And I'm at the airport, about ready for my flight home.
The "B" is supposed to look like a heart. Their motto is "The Heart of Europe".	Luckily this play area was well aware of where the bombs went off.

It was a long flight back, but I entertained myself by watching Star Wars: Phantom Menace (fell asleep during it), Ant Man, Man of Steel (it turned me off from wanting to see Batman V Superman), Star Wars: The Force Awakens. But even with that and all the ice cream sundae cart, I couldn't wait for the flight to get over.

Why?