Later that evening, we mosey to the Rue St. Catherine area north of our hotel.
What was once home to the fish markets many centuries ago, has now turned into cobblestone streets lined with at least thirty cafes. Eating under the stars. Complete with Parisian accordion players. 
This is the time to order the moules - the steamed mussels. Tenderly steamed in white wine, fresh herbs, and onions. That big black pot is all for Cheryl. As is the bottle of French Alsace. What a fitting meal to end a fabulous first day in Brussels. 
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