BRUSSELSE SJOEKES

Sjoeke is a Brussels'Flemish word for darling, so you can read this as "darlings from Brussels"; connected with the French word "choux" you can also read this as Brussels'sprouts; mon chou is also used in French to say "my darling"; this blog on life in Brussels started originally in support of the BOZAR project POZE to document life in St Josse and other Brussels' towns. A Sjoeke is also a delicious pastry (chocolate or mocca with a cream filling, éclair in French)

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

VIRGINIA RETURNS TO BRUSSELS

For the second time this year Virginia Cubillan, poet from Venezuela living in the USA, visited me in Brussels, between July 17 and 27.

She continued traveling to Vienna and Prague and then returned to Brussels.

Location of this photo: the Brussels' beach, a bit of a joke, because it is a spot near the canal (forbidden to swim in the water because of the pollution) turned into a kind of beach area in the summer time.

We are toasting and drinking wine of Alsace, France here. In the background a Brazilian flag and a Brussels' garbage container. We had an accidental encounter there with Gigi, a waiter who used to work in the famous Brussels' Lop Lop café (based on the Lop Lop art work of Max Ernst). An English idiot bought the café and commercialized it. So Gigi went away to work as security agent at the Brussels' beach. Strange things happen all the time. Gigi knew also quite well my friend Harry, who is in a revalidation center since a car crash that happened at Christmas in 2004.


Me and Virginia at the Greek Poseidon restaurant in the neighborhood where i live in Brussels.

Pretty picture. I think the waiter enjoyed the pose too!

At the Place St Gery, one of my favorite spots in Brussels.

I only regret that this area with many pubs and restaurants is not a car free zone.

During the world cup football the Brazilians living in Brussels came here together to play percussion instruments to support their team.

The police blocked the access to the square during the game, so for once cars would not spoil our beers...