What’s with Barbies and the cat. Strange things happen in Brussels. On our way from local elections.
Ride to the Royal Observaterium of Belgium. It is autumn but feeling like late summer. This is one fine Sunday afternoon.
Marques de Riscal visit for us was not for the wine but to see the architecture. Frank Gehry’s work as in Guggenheim Bilbao is impressive but one can easily question the purpose. Is resources utilised in a meaningful way? The image of such architecture feels like it is for the rich and it is true. I like the contrast anyway.
Our neighborhood is a modest paradise for fine dining and for seafood lovers Crab Club is an address to be. Saturday morning the local artist was on duty: penciling the giant crab on the door.
Middle of no where in Rioja. We searched for local producers and ended up in a dead village.
Food to go, is it ice-cream?
Christmas time with glühwein but wait it’s August only.
After couple of years, this year we were in the town for the Flower Carpet.
What about a police cat?
The question of the day: to whom Mickey Mouse lost his throne?