Loaded up on probiotics and bio, natural throat lozenges–for, I find the same cold that grips my dad’s lungs his last days in Belgium threatening my throat and take active measures to beat the beasts back to high hell–I join my uncle Philippe for a day of touring Brussels.
Every time I come here, I try to take a morning, an afternoon, an hour, even, to say high to my favorite sites, maybe even adding a few new ones, and today is the perfect day because unlike the other twelve days, the is no rain in sight!
Philippe and I start with the iconic Manneken Pis, the little pisser boy statue which, no matter how many times I see him and his wee wee, always tickles me with delight, especially since on the way, we pass by the Comic Strip walls.
Rumor has it that Manneken saved the town of Brussels from burning to the ground several entries ago, hence why the tiny tot has primo real estate.
Now, if only I could figure out where to find Jeanneke …