Onwards

After three days of packing up our lives in London, it was off to our first stop (Brussels) for Mark and Wiebke's wedding. I was on ushering duty (executed with aplomb in case you're wondering).

Brussels has often struck me as a decent place to live - huge apartments for decent rent and a gravy train so long that there's space for all. It also appears to be the place for drink driving. Someone told us about when he was pulled over for a random check. He was asked whether he'd had anything to drink that night. He replied that he'd had three beers. The police invited him to take a 30 minute break before blowing into the breathalyzer if he needed it.

My general impression of Brussels is that it is decent if not world beating (as the guide book puts it: not a city you immediately fall in love with). A helpful indication was provided by the paper someone was reading on our trip from Brussels to Paris. It had a special section on the previous day's 20km run - not a marathon, a 20km run - just less than half a marathon. Brussels - probably just about less than half a world city - but I guess you may not be looking for a world city.