I found the Mammoth Book of Paranormal Romance (I have a short story in it) at Fnac in Brussels.
The market in a small town in Bordeaux. Once a week every village has a market day. Vendors come in the morning and set up stands with fruit, cheese, vegetables, wines, meats, fish, clothing. You name it, there’s probably a stand selling it. The food all looks yummy. Of course I wanted to buy everything.
It’s required that you have mussels and frites when you go Belgium. They kick you out if you decline. We had our mussels and frites at the North Sea.
And me stuffing my face with the best Belgian waffle (with cream) that I have ever had in my life.
You may notice that almost every photo has something to do with food. Can you say TREADMILL? I can.