Having some fun with some pictures I took at Autoworld in Brussels. They just lend themselves to fake tilt-shift foolery.
Happy New Year
Here in Brussels, it’s 2009!
This was the scene outside our hotel window just a few minutes ago!
Carousel In Brussels
Brussels – Wrapping It Up
Today is our last day here. What a wonderful trip it has been. We’re a bit weary, but our spirits remain high. Tomorrow we go to the airport and make the long trek back to America.
We decided to catch the Metro to go out to the Cinquantenaire Arch in Jubelpark.
The sky was overcast for the first time on this trip, but no rain.
Connected to the arch are three museums, two of which were open so we decided to check them out.
The first was the Autoworld, an automobile museum that has a VERY impressive collection of cars and motorcycles.
There were some unbelievable cars on display. I bet Joe Linbeck could easily identify most of them.
The other museum was the Royal Army and Military History Museum which has a collection of military memorabilia that spans 10 centuries of military and technological history.
A huge hangar filled with military aircraft is the absolute highlight of the collection.
After we were done with the museums we caught the metro back to the hotel and then headed out to take care of one last thing.
Cynthia came up with the idea of starting a new tradition. We are going to take one of Mr. Zippers feathers with us whenever we travel and let it fall from the highest point we can get to.
We took the feather she was carrying to the top of Place Poelaert and let it go. Fly high Mr. Zippers!
That’s about it for this trip. We are going to take it easy this evening and forego the New Years festivities. We’ve got an early flight in the morning.
Fly high, Mr. Zippers!
Brussels Night Walk
Went for a night walk with the tripod. This is what we found…
Living Window Display
The Royal Palace
King’s House – Grote Markt – Grand Place
Town Hall – Grote Markt – Grand Place
Mirror Mirror
Notre Dame del a Chapelle reflected in the mirror shop across the street.
Cynthia deserves most of the credit on this one. She commented that this would make an interesting photo and she was right.
I used three exposures to accomplish the final result.
Brussels – Day 5
We slept in till 9:30 this morning. Guess we needed the sleep. Got up, had breakfast and headed of just to walk the streets and take in the sights.
We made our way to Notre Dame de la Chapelle, the oldest church in Brussels, it dates back to the 13th century.
I asked Cynthia if we should go inside and she said “Well, yeah. It’s not like we have that many 13th century churches back in Houston.”
We walked down one scenic street and back up another as we just marvelled at this wonderful city.
After a few hours we headed back to the hotel and then found our way to an Italian restaurant we had eaten at the night before and had lunch. Oddly enough, the music playing inside was American country featuring Willie Nelson and Marty Robbins. Still, great food and good service.
More walking around took us past the Chocolate Museum
Then we found our way to the Museum Of Musical Instruments
It’s housed in a very cool art nouveau building and contains just about every musical instrument you can think of.
You get a pair of headphones and when you stand in front of any given display, you hear a sample of the music made by the instrument you are looking at.
We laughed and laughed after I named this thing the “Conflugalhorn”
I guess we are getting pretty punch drunk from fatigue.
We saw old instruments of all kinds and joked about whether or not Al Cofrin of Istanpitta could play them or not. Lutes, udes, pipes of all shapes and sizes. I bet he and Abby Green would have been in early music heavan.
I did find one instrument I would love to have for use in my band
We had a full day and came back to the hotel to rest before going out in the evening for some night photography. I’ll write about that in my next post.
Brussels – Day 4
We woke up early to get an uncrowded view of the Mannekin Pis.
Brussels residents and tourists alike love this little pissing boy. His image is used in all manner of tourist trinkets as well as advertising for everything from Coke A Cola to hamburgers at McDonald’s.
We also took advantage of the lack of tourists in the early hours of morning to rub the statue of the mayor of Brussels, Evrard ‘t Serclaes for luck.
In 1356 he was tortured and killed for refusing to hand over the city keys. Now, people rub the statue for good luck, which explains why it is so shiny.
From there we purchased tickets for the train to Bruges. And yes, I’ve seen the movie. But that’s not why we went.
We decided to go to Bruges to revisit our favorite chocolatier, Dumon, which we discovered during our previous visit several years ago.
We were also interested in seeing the Snow and Ice Sculpture Festival.
When we got off the train I was wondering how hard it would be to find the location of the festival. Then we saw the sign which cleared it all up.
What we did not expect, but soon found out was that the festival was held inside a refrigerated tent complex that was cooled down to a cozy -5 degrees Celsius. That’s 23 degrees Fahrenheit for us stubborn non-metric system adopting infidels.
As it was, the outside temperature was only 27 degrees Fahrenheit as we stood in for about 1/2 hour to get into the exhibit.
It was very crowded and the line moved very slowly and toward the end we were quite cold, especially in the footal areas. But what a site to see!
Giant ice doors opened up to a small dark tunnel that lead you into room after room of sculpted ice.
It was spectacular to see, and oh so very very cold.
We got out and caught the bus to Bruges.
Bruges was way more crowded than when we last visited and the market was pretty cheesy. We walked about and even got a little lost.
We did find the Dumon Chocolate Shop and I resisted the urge to defenestrate myself from the bell tower, a la “In Bruges”
When we boarded the train to go back to Brussels someone came on the intercom and said something in French and Dutch that we did not understand. The people in the seat next to us were from Barcelona and explained to Cynthia in Spanish that the train was delayed due to technical problems.
After awhile there was another announcement and everyone started getting off the train. We didn’t need an translator to explain this part.
We followed the crowd to another platform and caught a later, much more crowded train back to Brussels.