Take a look at the business card in Jagger’s hand.  We went for breakfast at Jagger’s on the Vrijdagmarkt.  Franky, one of the owners, took the picture.  He said that “jagger” means an old person with a zest for life.  So … someday Jagger will be a jagger!

So many folks joined Franky today in welcoming my nephew to Gent:

1.  Tiberieu at The Cobbler, offering us a free glass of champagne.

2.  Yanisha at The Cobbler, writing down suggestions for what to see in Barcelona.  We fly tomorrow!

3.  Harm at Arpeggio Music.  He’s the one who rented me a cello a year ago and encouraged me to enroll in the Poel music school.  (I did!)

4.  Darlene, the owner of Café de Poel, who said she would welcome us at her café after we return from Spain.

5.  Some Poel employee, who opened the door of the school on a bank holiday so we could sit in the courtyard and listen to a soprano stretching to reach the notes of a piece she’s learning.

6.  The mom and pop owners of Café Folklore, who have been serving good Belgian beer for forty years.

7.  Anna, the MC for the open mic sessions at Minard, stopping us on the street to say hi.

8.  Arjen, a barista at IZY Coffee, waving at us through the window of my cappuccino home.

9.  Dirk, my neighbour downstairs, ushering us into his apartment resplendent with raucous colours.  He filled us with coffee and chocolate.

10.  And … as Jagger and I were walking to our dinner restaurant on the Sleepstraat, there sat Lie and her husband at a table on the sidewalk.  She also works at The Cobbler.  Her smile to both of us said it all.

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It’s so true …

There is love in the world