Tuesday, July 31, 2007

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Brussels, my city? Back to the Future


Designated voluntary M. Coosemans, I soon my holiday homework on 1 August. Like that, then I'm quiet and I can go play. Control over Brussels, my city your city.

My favorite snack. By reflex, I want to answer any except the Daily Bread. If I think, Mamma Roma and its square pizza and sandwich Exki Lucca.

My favorite clothing store. How? Is there anything other than international chains in Brussels?

Mouthpieces. Although marriage Visa - Web is used for some time now, I would mention the triptych Fnac - Watermarks - Tropismes. When I was brave and had more time, the last of the booksellers at the bottom of the Boulevard Lemonnier.

Records. How? There are people who still buy CDs? When I was brave and had more time, opportunities Boulevard Lemonnier.

eat. As reported rightly my executioner, it is rather dangerous to recommend a restaurant. Especially if his name trendy enough to be heard "ah ouiiiii, then?" Listen, it seems that it is su - per, no? " Still, for Italy almost at home without the cliches: Bruschetta. Do not expect to engage extensively in French and with any luck, the server will stain your tablecloth wine.

Fries. A single address obviously. Not the Place Jourdan, for Parisians stingy exiles. The finely appointed Fritshop Kris Strombeek-Bever. Flemish periphery atmosphere in the queue at least 30 minutes. The most generous and the slowest of all fritiers Belgium. For snacks durum kofte pitta etc., I see almost no difference among all the people of Brussels, if not the more or less violent cramp in the minutes.

Places to take visitors passing through. The casual visitor probably did not go to the right person. The typical visitor wants known, or Sudden Death Delirium beers for his 2000 and his elephant rose. Le visiteur est étudiant ou post-étudiant, emmenons le voir Bistouille au cimetière d'Ixelles après un détour par le Waff (auto-surévalué) si le sorteur ne nous brise pas nos jeunes roubignoles. Bourse (Metteko, allez) - Place Saint Géry... Sablon - Grand-Place - Parc - et alentours, c'est quand même bia tout ça. Et si le visteur n'est pas content, je le sème dans la rue Neuve un samedi après-midi ensoleillé.

Encore isolé dans la fraternité des bloggeurs, je passe le mot à Phil H parce que j'aime bien son blog et pis c'est tout. Première et dernière "chaîne humaine fraternelle virtuelle tous unis dans la joie good humor and love of our city "as I type.

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