Ah Brussels. I’m still not convinced it was worth stopping in Brussels on our way out of Europe and back to London before we flew home. I had read so many good things about Brussels, and was really excited to see the city that inspired Tintin, however, there was not a lot of atmosphere in the town while we were there. Jas and I had fun exploring the alleys around the city and checking out a lot of street art and graffiti. We spent the best part of one day trying to find a statue from a guide-book (the one of the boy weeing) that turned out to be about 30cm tall and very uninspiring. On the way home, we stumbled upon this wedding in a quiet courtyard. I had to grab a photo of this car, it’s spectacular!