I am not a huge fan of Brussels but, at present, I have to be here. However, I sometimes try and expand my tiny little mind with whatever delicacy they are offering - being the 'Capital of Europe' and all that nonsense.
An annual event that caught my eye, sprung me into action. Unfortunately, it coincided with me being on holiday and thus I couldn't really be arsed to do anything, but, endeavouring to be a nice person, I explained to Her Majesty of Butterflies that I would watch the beginning of the football season and then take her to the flower show.
Here follows the conversation with my friendly Oirish barman which I found somewhat entertaining:-
Goth - "So, I was thinking of taking Mariposa to that huge flower display on the Grand Place"
Barman - "I wouldn't bother if I were you. I went last night and it's rubbish"
Goth - "But I thought it was supposed to be really impressive"
Barman - "Nah - it's just a load of pebbles"
Goth - "So it's not really flowers at all"
Barman - "No - just a load of pebbles on a carpet in a smart design"
Goth - "Did somebody paint these pebbles individually?"
Barman - "No - they just arranged them"
Goth - "So why would they look like flowers?"
Barman - "Because they came off the flowers - you know?!"
Goth - "The pebbles came off the flowers?"
Barman - "Yeah - every flower has pebbles"
Goth - "They're called petals dude"
Barman - "It's still fucking boring"
So, afterwards Mariposa and I visited the pebbles. Well, we are on holiday after all ;-)