Came back from the tiny little country. They really speak two different languages in Brussels. And when we took an half hour train to Antwerp, they didn’t speak French at all. Only half an hour away and they think and talk in a foreign language! What a world. I wonder how their kids are educated in school, especially Flemish actually is very similar with German.
Our B&B is this one. Our room is the red and black one with Marilyn Monroe motif and a chandelier. Really cheap compared to what you get in London B&B. And I love the cafes just around the corner. People seem sit there everyday, use the shop as their living room, to read a paper, to meet friends, to talk and to enjoy the sunshine. (I would do so if I live there.) See my pics of an Antwerp cafe. I love this one a lot. And see my crazy addiction to the reflection on their marble tables.