Brussels is snowy. They weren’t expecting the snow, and here it is. I can tell how unprepared they were by the amount of walkways that have not been de-iced or shoveled. I still am not sure if it was stupid for me to walk back to my hotel from the IFRRO offices in heels – they are wedges, after all, which are hardly heels when you think about it. If you think about it. I think about it quite a lot.
Winding streets. Sanded, icy pathways. Miracle of miracles, I did not fall on my rear, which is more than I can say for walking around New York in flat shoes. It was twilight – hard to really see the architecture. I think it’s impressive, but I’m waiting till Saturday to confirm this.
We went out to dinner at Jaloa. I had a sort of shepherd’s pie with oxtail, spinach and potatoes. And oysters! And cheese for dessert.
Tomorrow I’m walking back to the IFRRO offices – it will be faster than taking a cab. And I will wear my Danskos.
Also – the coffee here is amazing and wonderful and perfect.