We have been jilted by summer, which left us so abruptly after lulling us into thinking that the warm lovely days could go on forever.
I can understand people's obsession with the sun over here. Summer is special. I look back with longing to the days when Lucas was outdoors in glorious weather. It is what he loves the most.
The shots below were all taken by my father-in-law. Scenes around our neighbourhood, in our garden, places we have been to and walks taken so many times before. But these to me represent the best of summer, a wonderful reminder of lovely times. Thanks, Dad!
Walking to the playground
Lucas and his favourite slide
Duck-viewing by the Centraal Station.
It was hot.
Deer at the Queen's zoo.
Ah, the blue blue sky.
Den Haag's old tram.
A patch of green + a ball = happiness.
Add a touch of sepia, and we could be back in the 70's.
We drove to Antwerp last weekend with Merve and Geo and a very cranky Lucas. Thank goodness it was only a 1.5 hours drive.
We were bracing ourselves for "dirty" and "seedy", which were the words some people used to describe the city.
This gorgeous building marks the start of the Meir, Antwerp's shopping street.
Huge pedestrian walk, modern shops, high street brands. Everything was nice and clean.
In front of Stadsfeestzaal shopping arcade, with its opulent gold mosaic entrance.
Lucas stopped being cranky for 2 minutes to enjoy the fountain at the Meir.
And he liked the Hand of Antwerp too.
In the old days, they didn't have ERP gantries. The river toll was collected by a giant. But this giant was mean. He cut off the hands of those who didn't pay. In the end, one brave Roman soldier killed the giant and cut off and threw his hand into the river. 'Ant-werp' sounds like 'hand-throwing' in Dutch, hence this was how the city's name originated.
(Kevin says I totally made this up).
Here's a fountain of the Roman soldier, Brabo, throwing the giant's hand. This in front of the City Hall at Grote Markt.
This 'air tube' is one we haven't seen before; he was funny.
Thanks to Enterol from an Antwerp apotheek, Lucas' diarrhoea finally stopped. His mood and appetite recovered tremendously the next day and we could all finally have a break. We were so relieved. It had been an exhausting week of high fevers, endless diaper changes, painful diaper rash and teething to boot.
This is him telling his 'friend' all about it. We are still not sure who was on the line.
Happy baby in tow, we drove to Brussels for beer, chocolates and small pissing statues. But first, a stop at the Atomium.
Looking like something from outer space, this doesn't look like it was built in 1958 (but it was).
Next stop was the Grand Place, with its beautiful clash of Baroque, Gothic and Louis XIV buildings. Naturally, it is a UNESCO World Heritage site.
Fresh hot churros with melted Belgian chocolate, what could be better??
The answer: mouthfuls of chocolate-d and liquor-ed cherries.
Here's wee Manneken Pis at the street corner, doing what comes naturally.
