A fine, crisp, blue-skied Brussels day. A lovely Irish breakfast successfully negotiated (eaten), not yet midday. Already 6 beers down. Enjoyed my breakfast—a very rare treat for me when on holiday.
Bloody hell that seems expensive, 4.90 for a pint of Stella. Once Celtica opens at 1 I can get pints of Maes for just 2 euros. It is now properly hot in Brussels. Still, despite everything I like being here; I don’t want to go home. How relaxing it is just sitting upstairs in O’Reilly’s, on the balcony outside or inside, just watching the Brussels world go by. 1219 now. That is O’Reilly’s one advantage over Celtica: the view. Celtica’s a dark little cubbyhole with very little frontage on to the street. Oh despite everything I wish I didn’t have to go home 5 hours from now. I have to say I’ve seen more cyclists on this visit than I’ve ever seen before; the traffic calming measures are perhaps having a real encouraging effect on the cyclists.