Today I will TRY to get to 28, rue de la Montagne, site of the old Hotel le Grand Miroir where Baudelaire lived during his infamous stay in Brussels in 1864-66—hating every single second of it and despising the Belgians, the Flemish, with a venomous passion. What to say on hearing a Belgian has died, he wonders? “At last!” Also on the same walk I can walk down the Rue des Cendres (Ashes) where the hospital was that Baudelaire was taken after he suffered his life-ending collapse, and the corner of Cendres and Blanchisserie which was the site of Lady Richmond’s mansion, where she staged “the most famous ball in history”, attended by Wellington and his generals on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo. As this day is flying by now, I might do that later, after dark, when there are less people around. Concentrate now on Cine Paris, early Fifth Avenue, then have a few beers in the Rue d’Aerschot while checking out the window girls. Thank god I, at least, have got my priorities right.