Brussels, Part Nineteen

American Kickboxer II, by popular demand.

This was gross. It was a seedy cesspool of shopping carts and old tires, and a random hollowed house.

Despite walking for about two hours, Paul and I couldn’t find the Atomium. I was content just having Titeuf interact with it on a mural.

Oh, pastries.

Angelina! Wait, nevermind.

The black rats frightened the willies out of poor Paul. I must admit that they were scary as heck. Look at their ears. They looked all gnawed and crinkly, like … ew, I don’t even like looking at them now. Next picture.

Kitty! Wait, never mind. It’s actually a bunny.

Aahhh!