So I finally finally crossed the Rubicon at Le Coin. Christy one of the two sisters

So I finally, finally, crossed the Rubicon at Le Coin. Christy, one of the two sisters from last time. Albanian. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I of course had managed to completely anesthetise myself with beer before then, so could get no real pleasure from it except the visual, and the tactile. She was adorable. Before returning to Fifth, I stop off in the De Brouckère Brussels Grill for a steak. No bread & butter it seems. I will be back to Le Coin many times now. The first time is always the hardest. 448. The De Brouckère Brussels Grill have lost their chandelier. Chandeliers are dying everywhere. The E.N.O. lost their one years ago, now the De Brouckère Brussels Grill. Sad. Finally get one piece of bread & butter. Gorgeous. No breakfast before I left the hotel today so I am understandably starving. Christ, Christy was gorgeous.

Always a thrill to walk through Place Rouppe

Always a thrill to walk through Place Rouppe, the square where Verlaine tried to shoot Rimbaud for a second time, and it was this second occasion that Verlaine was jailed for. How much more rich and interesting a city is when you research its streets before you go there. I don’t do enough of it. Even for London. The two stars I saw last time at Le Coin are still here. They now look like twin sisters; the one with long blonde hair now has it cut into a long bob like the other one. And it is this one I feel most attracted to, though I feel attracted to them both. 234. Not a bad time to head back to Fifth before long. I think no long sight-seeing walk for me on this trip.

When Brussels first turned the centre of their city into a car-free zone it looked like a zombie apocalypse

When Brussels first turned the centre of their city into a car-free zone, it looked like a zombie apocalypse. Just this long north-south central boulevard devoid of cars and people. Now, people have started to feel comfortable, it seems, to fill the void left by the cars. I was thinking these words as I walked down the road, and at that moment I saw someone coming towards me who looked familiar. I looked again and sure enough—it was Maria, Fifth Avenue Maria. We avoided eye contact, of course.

Oh Maria

Oh, Maria. As I said Maria was the only attractive girl when I got to Fifth yesterday, and then after a little while she got up and changed into a skin-tight skin-coloured shoulderless body suit that fitted her like a glove, that massively curvy arse and thighs and pussy. I was so tempted, after a long while having lost interest, but only my extreme tiredness (more than 24 hours without sleep) made me pass. I wonder if I WILL go with her again (for a third time)? Christ it’s bitterly cold out there now; the real grey gloom that presages snow.

Thursday I went to Ciné Paris for a nice little session

Thursday I went to Ciné Paris for a nice little session, one OK film upstairs while I had my large can of Jupiler, then to Fifth by about 3PM. Maria already there and the only attractive one. Busy with old men. Then three black-haired girls came in; they must be quite new because they didn’t stop to greet the other girls or customers before going to the back to get changed. And oh Christ, they looked good once they got changed. Two of them were immediately taken up to the rooms as soon as they sat down in the bar, so I think the men had been waiting for them. No one else of note, so easy to leave for a Domino’s Pizza then out like a light. Woke in the night with indigestion then back to sleep till 6AM.

Oh casually staggeringly beautiful these Brussels girls

Oh, casually staggeringly beautiful, these Brussels girls. 1150 Friday—I crack open my first beer of the day. Bitterly cold; a lot colder than the London I left behind. This discourages me from going on my planned long walk to the “Space Egg” E.U. building, Solvay Park where Belgian priest/physicist Lemaître went for a stroll with Einstein and told him of his theory of a “Big Bang” at the start of the universe, to Einstein’s scoffing, and to my old special place–the Wiertz Museum. Instead I shall probably concentrate on Ciné Paris, long walk down to Le Coin, then finish back in Fifth. After midnight I will see if I can go out again for a nightcap in Empire strip club—surely on a Friday night it will have SOME customers?

120. First beer in the Max hotel lounge

120. First beer in the Max hotel lounge. Straight here to Brussels from work in good order too early, but when I can sleep for a while it is OK. I have no choice—I can’t stay awake for much longer, so better to go somewhere naughty early, getting slaughtered on Belgian beer, get some food and back to hotel to pass out early, by 5PM time. This is what first days are for. Eat & sleep is most important thing. I can take my time and get to the good places later on my second day. So yes, it’s fine to get to Ciné Paris and Fifth as early as I like today, then back to hotel to pass out soon enough. I allow myself that today. 153 already one large and one small beer finished. An hour in Ciné Paris will take me to 3. So let me have one more large one here.

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I would love to spend a whole week in Brussels again

I would love to spend a whole week in Brussels again, to do all those things I have always wanted to do: visit Waterloo, Antwerp, the Delvaux museum in St Idesbald and the Rops museum in Namur. I wouldn’t mind coming straight back to try those two girls in Le Coin.

So two good films in Ciné Paris, Penthouse Black and a Dorcel upstairs. With fine erection I left and headed down to the Notre Dame de la Chapelle

So two good films in Ciné Paris, Penthouse Black and a Dorcel upstairs. With fine erection I left and headed down to the Notre Dame de la Chapelle to see the Madonna that was apparently a favourite of Baudelaire. I am not a religious person at all—on the contrary—but to step into one of these great churches is always such a powerful feeling. Leaving the church I tried to walk down to Le Coin but evidently turned in the wrong direction from the word go and became hopelessly furiously lost. In the end I had to get on the metro at Munthof for the two stops to Gare du Midi. The metro stuffy and pungent with the odour of sweat. Leaving Midi I thought as I am here I might as well go for a drink in my old favourite bar, L’Orient Express, only to be shocked to find it totally gone. The entire building replaced by a hideous modern B&B hotel, hideous in its blandness. Appalling. Another appalling loss. Then got a little bit more lost finding Le Coin but eventually got in around 510PM. It was evidently on its last knockings, five girls and six men, and by 6 everyone had gone. I was the last to leave. But! They had two stunning girls, a voluptuous blonde bob Brazilian-looking girl, and a slimmer but still curvy long blonde hair girl. These were the best two girls I saw, better than anything in Fifth Avenue on my two visits, though after arriving in Fifth after the long walk up from Le Coin there three girls who looked like sisters who were evidently Brazilian but looked like South Sea Islanders, something strongly Fijian or Tongan in their features, and it was one of them that I was most attracted to. However, I was by now very over drunk so gave up and came back for a gorgeous Brussels Grill steak. As usual I struggled to finish it, then staggered back to hotel to pass out. That was my trip to Brussels.