I came to Brussels to eat chocolate

So I’ve been eating chocolate.


A lot of it.

An obscene amount of it, as a matter of fact.


And I’ve been learning about it, too. At the Chocolate Museum…

… and chocolate workshops…


(hey, who’s that goon in the hair net?!)...

…and from chocolatiers themselves.



To get from one chocolatier to another, I’ve been walking.

With this kind of consumption (for there have been other sweets, too)…

… I’ve had no choice. My jeans are rebelling as it is.

Plus, if I didn’t walk, I wouldn’t see the city’s fabulous architecture…







…and “street art”, which, here, takes on a sanctioned whole-building painting.




I wouldn't have gone to this lovely farmer's market...



and seen how the local Belgians like to spend their Wednesday nights.

(Drinking, near the market.)

It's been a lovely—albeit gluttonous and exhausting—sojourn in Brussels, but it's a good thing I'm leaving tomorrow. After just one more chocolate workshop. God help me.