Best from Knokke

On the weekend, Cedric and I went to the sea. In need to breath sea air even if it's la mer du nord à la belge. Clearly, it being july, we were not the only ones who got the idea. Train Louvain-Brussels-Knokke was swamped by (lower-)middle classes, of whose existence you are only vaguely aware on every day basis, but who descended progressively as we stopped in Gent and Brugge. Packed train is, however, a great environment for pics. Look below. What people you encounter! Gad. Ced and I were actually separated from each other for an hour due to the crowd density. It was fun. I didn't get beaten, contrary to Ced's prediction that it is bound to happen one day or other...Peeps actually loved being paid attention to.

And then Knokke. Knokke used to be that ultra posh resort - I wish I lived in 19th century - think Brighton at that time - think Turner, Sisley; think Ostende of Spilliaert. Knokke now does have its pockets of posh-ness but you'd hardly call it luxurious, not to mention stylish. We had our baby-homard and other sea-foods, talked usual dirty and played a guessing game featuring 'space station Mir'...