324 back in the Hotel Max lounge, with my can of Jupiler, after a long time. The last afternoon of my long holiday. Any miracles left? If Fifth Avenue is no good (it won’t be) I hope I can force myself up to Gare du Nord and the Sexyworld kabins, as I know that is the only thing that really floats my boat, and then take a last stroll up & down the Rue d’Aerschot windows. A Brussels Grill before bed, and then cela, c’est tout. That is it.