Day 4 (cont'd.), Brussels: A Frightening Train Station Late Sunday Night, or, Three Simple Goals

It is after midnight, I've just arrived in Brussels by train, and my first impression of the city is a frightening one. Being in Paris' Latin Quarter one moment and an all-but-abandoned train station in Brussels the next is a jarring transition. In Paris, it's easy to forget that the world is composed of mostly unattractive people. In Gare du Midi, it's quite apparent.

Perhaps I'm just sullen because I'm tired and I don't understand a word of this perverted mish-mash of a language. No matter. I'm here with three simple goals in mind:

1) Beer
2) Pomme frites
3) Waffles

To add a fourth: sleep.

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