I’m feeling a little overloaded with amazing architecture so today I’d like to take a break and update on a couple of items I blogged about recently. Remember when I went to the fair the first night I got to Europe and ate something called the croustillon? It was doughy and sweet and fatty and what you might say écoeurant …
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Isn’t It Always 5pm Somewhere?
 So from London I transit to Brussels. I arrive in Belgium on the eve of their Fête Nationale or Independence Day (actually it’s July 21 but I’m late in posting this entry) and there’s a festive mood in the air. I land around 6:30 pm, which theoretically is the best time to acclimate myself to the local time zone. Because then …