Belgium

road sign on Marie & Denis street

The typical Belgian house (for me) is a box shaped house made of small bricks. This one being built looked so much like a Lego house

On my way on foot to the local supermarket

This is a typical Belgian suburban intersection for me. It's so twee

Some of the interesting fish products on sale. At the small local supermarket in Chastre

Leftover specials from Easter. At the small local supermarket in Chastre

The chocolate spread section - it's not all Nutella here. At the small local supermarket in Chastre

"Aussie" is a popular hair care range in Belgium and the Netherlands (possibly elsewhere) which they believe is common in Australia. At the small local supermarket in Chastre

No separation of alcohol in Belgian supermarkets. This is PART of of the wine section At the small local supermarket in Chastre

Peas and carrots in a jar are common in the Netherlands, Belgium and Germany. They don't taste like frozen or fresh peas at all but I do quite like them. At the small local supermarket in Chastre

Some of the beers on sale in the supermarket. This is a very small range, by Belgian standards. At the small local supermarket in Chastre

Frog legs! At the small local supermarket in Chastre

Some of the deli selection. At the small local supermarket in Chastre

I don't care what it really means, I prefer my reality. It's MY road now

Marie's ancient Siamese Antoinette

Went to the local supermarket and got some supplies. My favourite beer (McChouffe), some Luikse meatballs (in honour of Eugénie and François), a chocolate croissant (no explanation needed), some St German Cup-a-Soup (because I have no idea what it is but it looks nice), and some cigarettes. As in Sweden, to get them in a supermarket here you use a touch screen to select what you want, get a barcoded slip which you pay for at the checkout, then take them to a machine outside, scan the slip, and the appropriate pack pops out.

Denis said he thinks this fence is really ugly but I had already taken this photo because I really like it

It was already blocked when I arrived, and it soon got worse. Like camping, with a pitchfork as my friend.) We tried the vinegar and bicarb trick, then bought a drain unblocker (10m long flexible rod, called a "ferret" here), then went for the nasty stuff to pour down it, and it is still blocked. It maaaaaay be a small plastic car... (I chose to use the compost heap instead.