
Maggie and I have been enjoying some time exploring Brussels together, both as a couple and with our guests, Brahm and Jan. The boys have been enrolled in the Tennis Club just around the corner, so we've startlingly found ourselves with a week of adult time.

The boys had a great time this week. The tennis club is very comfortably run down, in a country sort of way, like a very comfortable, broken-in pair of leather shoes. M. and Chipito, his white horse, got a chance to get to know one another quite well, although their time together was not without incident: on Friday Chipito got a little too excited, galloped and M. fell off and was very slightly bruised by being stepped on... he is undaunted and really loved the experience of spending time with the horses. D. loved multi-sport, including football, bowling, volleyball, handball, etc., and they both were wonderfully exhausted each night as they came home.
Wednesday Maggie and I took off and saw the Rene Magritte museum, newly opened here in Brussels in honour of one of the city's famous residents. We toured around the downtown and had a nice spot of lunch between the museum and Grand' Place before coming back to see the exhibition, which was a real education in the surrealist movement in the first half of the twentieth century.

On Thursday our friends Brahm and Jan arrived for a very brief visit following their extended working visit to Italy. We enjoyed seeing the city again on Thursday and Friday, through their very enthusiastic eyes, and took in a few sights that we would have neglected without people to guide... the Royal Museum of fine art is always worth seeing, and I was entranced as always by the large collection of Rubens, Rembrants, Breughels and even a Hieronymous Bosch or two, not to mention the lesser known Flemish painters. This is a Breughel, of the expulsion of the rebel angels from heaven, at the hands of the angels, led by the Archangel Michael.
This morning we saw our friends off to Brugge, until Sunday night, and today booked a holiday for the end of August. We'll be going to Corsica for eleven days; one week in a seaside resort on the eastern coast, in a mobile home right on the beach, with a ton of different activities in the surrounding area. We found that by flying home four days later than we had originally planned, we'd save a significant sum on the flight cost, so we hope to find something else to do and somewhere to stay for that last few days before coming home. Maggie is really excited about this visit, and so am I; the flights to Corsica are the same price as TGV trains to the south of France, and I'm hoping that the island will be slightly less busy than the mainland at this very popular time of year. The language is French, so that makes things easier; Maggie will get her beach time, and I should get some peace and quiet, including (I hope) some long walks in the mountains of Corsica, and the odd cigar. We'll have to stock up on memory cards for all the pictures.
In the absence of our beloved Canadian cottage time, it will have to do... Happy Saturday night!




