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And La Grande Place Is Packed (Restobiere)

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia, Free Pussy Riot by Knutsvik on September 9, 2013

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Sunday, 8th September 2013. Brussels, Belgium.

it’s Belgian Beer Weekend in Brussels, and La Grande Place is packed. the crowds are massive, and many are there to get drunk. most are there to sample some of the finest brews ever made. still we find time to visit the chocolate museum.

at night we eat at the Restobiere. Alain, the owner, is an old school eccentric, and lets five of us stay after hours. he brings out unpasteurized cheese and stout bread and we talk as the rain falls over Brussels. the cheese is amazing, so is the bread. when we leave, long after dark, Alain gives me his book as a gift. it’s in French. I cannot read a word, but he insists I take it. he’s marked by a long life in the kitchen; his arms are covered with knife scars and burn marks. I wish him good luck, and all the best. his beer cellar is amazing, and so is his hospitality.

it’s Belgian Beer Weekend in Brussels, and La Grande Place is packed. many are there to get drunk. some are just there to sample some of the finest.

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  1. hobokollektiv said, on September 9, 2013 at 2:06 PM

    After hours are the favourite times of us wanderers, buddy. Good food & good beer, languages we don’t understand & lifes that show that they have been lived. And when we leave the cellars of pleasures it’s the dark night that accompanies us on our ways of good & delicious memories. Some are just there to hit the road that must be hit & sample some of the fines, captein! That’s what we do.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on September 11, 2013 at 10:18 AM

      ay, Fritsch, buddy – roads that are there just to be hit are our kinds of roads, the hobo highways of our lives run through nights of pleasure and days of longing, sometimes they run a straight line and sometimes they wander of into the wilderness and become nothing but narrow paths of despair and discovery, but they’re our roads, the hobo highways of our lives!

      thanks, pal!

      Hepp!


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