after the market, you continue absorbing all the things in ghent. it’s a city full of details so you have to keep your eyes open at all times, or else you might miss something! like the dog/bear/lion head holding a handle on someone’s door.
as usual, the ratio of pastries available to the amount that can fit in your stomach is astronomically uneven. but in any case, a good belgian waffle is: waffle + powdered sugar. no nutella, no piles of fruit, and no chocolate. maybe you can scoop off some of that whipped cream that came with your coffee. crunchy on the outside and fluffy on the inside is the way to go.
perhaps it’s all that living in france, but you can’t help but be attracted to all the reds and blues and whites. oh wait, maybe it’s the fact that you’re also from america and texas too… it really is the best color combination, isn’t it?
someone has added moustaches and other inappropriate things to the photo! something about the simplicity and subtleness of the graffiti on very prim and proper old women makes you giggle. you fall even more in love with the playful nature of the city, and keep walking.
thanks to the cold, you duck into a museum…