The Earth Beneath Her Feet

It's long been a habit of mine to have a dinner break in Brussels before catching the Eurostar back to London. It's not my favourite of cities but I just like to wander round to see what I can see. There's always something good.

My Dutch uncle from NZ recently reminded me that language is still a vexed issue in Brussels. He twice trotted out his hastily learned French only to be told a little gruffly that "you can speak Dutch, it's not all French here no matter what they say." I guess it's not something that presses itself onto my attention -- I always speak French in Brussels but the worst that can happen is that someone drops a word of English into the conversation to show they're onto me. :-)

...in the back of its head:

I see the damndest things while out on my runs.

How long did it take to stick all those tiny mirrors on?

This sight welcomes visitors at one of the entrances to Barmy Park in Bethnal Green. Looks like we're back to creepy:

Though of course that's open to interpretation. :-)

I'm prepared to go with "disturbing", for example.

To make up for yesterday's mean children, ok, children-with-motives-open-to-interpretation (going by the interesting discussion).

This is one of the test shots from the first night with my new Panasonic FX500 back in January. Note how the flash doesn't blow out the colours. Very nice. The 25mm focal length is likewise very nice. Obviously, the 36mm offered by the, now injured, Fuji F10 was fine, but it's hard to go back to now. Though looking back has reminded me of the astonishing amount of rubbish you shoot with a new camera. Actually, this was worse than when I got the old camera, I was weeks into my trip back home before I could take photos that were reliably decent.