After leaving Brugge, I headed back on the train to Brussels. Brussels is no Brugge but it definitely has character, it's where the modern meets the old gothic world. As you may know, it's the capital of Europe and though it brings in many people from all over the world, their language of choice is French. So I was able to practice some of my French crash lessons. I seem to have this look to the locals that makes me approachable, from Leiden where a resident just started speaking to me in Dutch(we ended up having a great 10 minute conversation in English) to Den Haag, where a clerk at the Escher museum asked if I speak French to Brussels, where an elderly woman asked me for directions. I sadly said to her, "Je parles un
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