So here we are on Eurostar, sporting big smiles for the nice young man who kindly agreed to take the picture. We look innocent enough, but hardly has the train left the station when Sue brings her bottle of champagne out of the case and ....

Well, that was her smart jeans out of commission for the week end and us looking very sheepish when the nice French gentleman behind returned our cork to us muttering something which fortunately we didn't understand. Off we go to Brussels Midi, a charming station which appears to have only one working toilet. Strange for the Capital of Europe. Then on to our little hotel, which promises to be absolutely stuffed with contemporary works of art, according to the blurb on the Internet. Quelle excitement ! I wonder what visual delight awaits for us in the chambre.