First of all, I’ve never written a post with three colons in the title.  No time like the present!

Yesterday four compadres took the high road to Brussels.  Here are three of them:

Marie-paule (mom), Lydia (daughter) and Luc (boyfriend of Lydia)

The Art Nouveau restaurant you see is called “Falstaff”, and it’s a story in itself … mañana.

Right now, I’ll tell you about our first stop in Brussels: a huge farmers’ market – food, clothing, endless gadgets.  And … people from around the world – with their languages, garments, skin colours, ages and voices.  Marvelous.  Here are a few of the folks:

You see the word for meat in Belgium’s two main languages – “vlees” (Dutch) and “viande” (French).

How about a symbol of the infinite variety of children in the world?  Voilà:

The sun came out, and animated the fruit and veggies.  How could you resist colours like these?

Some huge fish, one with a gaping mouth.  A bittersweet mixture of hunger and sadness.

There are certain things I know in life.  And then there are the names and tastes of the fruit displayed in this stall:

What photos don’t convey is the noise of a Saturday morning market.  A symphony of passionate expressions in lots of languages.  This man kept yelling “Stop!  Stop!  Stop!”  (As in “Come over here and buy stuff from me.”)   I loved his explosions.

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Slices of life

So many flavours

All delicious