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If you need anything, come and visit the Flea Market in Brussels ! It's unbelievable I even saw a basket full of false teeth !

 

 

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In the region along the Rhine from Bonn to Koblenz, in Germany, I saw these beautiful half timbered houses. I have also seen a lot in some regions in the UK. 

 

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Le Cercueil, (the Coffin) is a legendary bar 15 meters from Brussels' Grand-Place, it has celebrated its 50th anniversary. I think I was 20 when I went there with friends for the first time. It is very special and has a mysterious atmosphere. Coffin tables, skeletons, framed photos and skull-shaped mugs create a unique, macabre and cosy atmosphere. 

 

 The entrance

The drinks also have special names like "Demon's sperm, supreme of the corpse, Elixir of the Virgin, velvet of the Devil etc"

 The jugs are skulls.

a table

 

The cozy corners where you sit and enjoy your Belgian beer in a skull.

 

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Do I need glasses or a hairdresser ? 

 

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I wish you a pleasant journey.

 

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John Lennon's home

 

 

During my trip around the UK, we stopped in Liverpool to see a little bit of the Beatles. We went into the museum, and also in the "The Tavern" where they started their career. It was so loud that I went out, but my friend stayed a bit and danced with the others !

I was a bit surprised to see John Lennon's house, where he grew up. I had always heard that it was in a poor neighborhood, but that wasn't true at all; the area wasn't poor at all, and his house looked nice too!

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Public transport in the South of Morocco 

 Here is Dominique choosing a carpet

A few years ago I made a trip around the South of Morocco. It was the second time I had been there, the first time we visited the Imperial cities in the North.

Of course we had to visit a carpet factory, the bus driver had an agreement with the carpet  a carpet dealer, hoping to sell as many carpets as possible. The carpets were beautifully handwoven and significantly cheaper than in Europe. I already knew from my previous trips that you have to haggle hard, and the salesmen know exactly who to target to sell a carpet for the highest possible price. I only had to shake my head once, and they left me alone. Unfortunately, my friend Dominique was the perfect target. Although I tried to talk her out of buying the carpet, the salesman somehow managed to separate us and of course, Dominique didn't dare say no or haggle, she paid full price. At least the carpet was very beautiful,  and she hung it on her living room wall. 

I admired the salesman, he was better than a magician, he had chosen the right victim.

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Advertisement from around 1900, maybe that's why so many people live to be over 100 ??

 

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