Sunday life in Brussels during a heat wave and the World Cup in football:
While I tried to solve the Svenska Dagbladet’s crossword (emphasis on tried – I apparently haven’t inherited my grandparents’ and parents’ talent for crosswords!) and smelt my birthday flowers (outside because we had lots of small fruit flies in the apartment on Saturday evening)
After having spent some time with a friend and his Spanish parents, we went in search for a “bar with atmosphere” (i.e football atmosphere) and passed this ferris wheel on the way! Not quite “Brussels Eye” (compare with London Eye)😉
A typical Brussels traffic jam – only the fittest will pass! This particular junction has three bus lanes, one tram line, and 5 (or is that 6?) streets joining together plus at the time lots of football fans! You would think that some clever city planner would have come up with a traffic light solution but nope!
Which just happened to be one of O’s favourite restaurants in town – the one I used to call “the Swimmingpool” for its white tiled walls, bright fluroscent lights and welcoming (?) smell of chlorine. Fortunately the interior has been updated since we last went and it is now quite cosy. Still haven’t figured out the name though: “Le Roi du Poulet” (The king of chicken), for a Portugese restaurant..? Shouldn’t it be “Le Roi du bacalhau”?
There was nothing wrong with the atmosphere despite it being a Portugese place (no silly “Anybody but Spain”-sentiments…) and it was a great mix of Portugese, French[-speakers], Greeks, English… and Spaniards of course (the ones standing up)