This past weekend, besides trekking out into the sights and sounds of touristy Brussels I had the rare alone-time opportunity to poke around our hood. There's this one park, Jardin du Roi, that's literally at the end of our street, maybe a block away. And on Saturdays and Sundays, at the other end of our street, there's a farmer's market. A farmer's market that offers amazing, fresh produce, quiche, a wide variety of rotisserie fowl (chicken, pheasant, Cornish hens, etc.), cheeses, meats, olives. And chairs.
And as I'm walking and trying so hard not to look so American and obnoxious with my camera and my super-lousy French I hear these unbelievable church bells. Right from the Sound of Music. Hit me like a ton of bricks.