Take Brussels, for instance, headquarters of NATO and the def-facto capital of the EU. Want a lovely box of chocolate to take home to the fam? I hope you like your cocoa treats wrapped in Smurfoil (TM? yeah?)! Care to browse the wares at an antique shop or flea market? That Gargamel statue CAN be yours if the price is right! Want to take in a museum? Look no further than MOOF ... that's right, the Museum of Original Figurines. I gotta be honest about the last one. For like 36 hours I thought that MOOF was the Dutch word for Smurfs, which, let's face it, is way funnier than Les Schtroumpfs. On several levels. Mostly involving my stupidity.
I love when a destination coughs up something totally unexpected, particularly when it's in the shape of Smurfette. What I had thought was going to be a diplomatic powerhouse of a city whose residents feast on fancy mussels and nibble fine chocolates turned out, in fact, to be a crazy, laid-back, cartoon-loving spot. With fine chocolates.
So when can I move?