Of off we go to Les Marolles, where Sue is hoping to find the flea market in place du Jeu-de-Balle. Well, that was the plan, but despite the superior navigator holding the map, we none the less found ourselves heading off to the suburbs again, in the opposite direction to our destination. Hey Ho! Looks like orienteering won't be the next sport of choice for us.

Unperturbed be retrace our steps and eventually end up in said market and pause for a beer. It was a real wonderplace, full of the most amazing people. The lady in hijab obscures the wonderful black gentleman who sat stock still for about 25 minutes waiting for someone. He was eventually joined by a large lady in traditional African dress who was as animated as he was calm. We also saw a very striking fellow in a fez, carrying the sort of whip jockeys use. I can only think he'd parked his camel somewhere close by. Just about managed not to buy anything.

So it's off to the Cathedral dedicated to the Archangel Michael and some lesser known Saint called Gudule of Flanders. We pause for a brief spot of contemplation and prayer (very brief) before having a laugh with a man who pretends to be some dignitary in the photos of Prince Albert's wedding. For all we know this 'dignitary' is the actual King of Belgium but we get the gist of the joke and chortle along.

Distinct lack of handsome young men to take our photo outside, so, in almost perfect French, I ask a young black woman if she'd be so kind.

"Sure honey !"

is her immediate response, and she manages not one, but two pictures of the intrepid duo, this one actually in portrait rather than landscape.

I would like to point out that in this picture, Sue is the one holding the map. This is a very important piece of pictorial evidence that needs to be noted before we go on to the next chapter of our story.