Brussels day 1 and still no sprouts

 

Today's expedition was to the Flagy market-this market concentrated on fresh food-my sort of market; cheeses, charcuterie, roast chickens and if you got desperate, fresh fruit and vegetables(but not a sprout to be seen!)









Then off to another grand market, this one full of bric and brac and cheap clothes-picked up a bargain, as new, jacket for 8 euros.






Then off to visit the house of art nouveau foundation member, Victor Horta-the guy eshewed straight lines and loved his curlicues.





Then to another art nouveau house(combo ticket).








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