Our introduction to Brussels was stumbling across the famous Mannekin Pis. We've all seen statues of a little boy taking a leak. Appearently, there is more art and culture there than meets the eye... they are all paying homage to this historical icon of Brussels. There has been a statue of this type in this location since the Middle Ages. In the 19th century, the French donated an outfit to clothe the little boy, and it has become a tradition for visiting nobility to bring an outfit for the Mannekin Pis. He now has hundreds of outfits, and is sometimes clothed in them.

Lesser known is the female version of the statue, which is lower to the ground and thus must be protected from vandals. She hides in a back alley a few blocks away from her famous brother.

We then happened into the Grand Place, the "town square" of Brussels. The area was razed in the late 17th century, and was rebuilt in 1695. Every building was created with ornate sculptures, gold inlays, and detailed gargoyles. This building is covered in saints... the first three floors have a different image of a guy (presumably a saint) every few feet.

The images make you wonder what stories are behind them. Especially the three guys with demons underfoot.

Gargoyles with human and animal heads guard the building.

The other buildings have plenty of artwork on them, too.

There are many references to the history of the area. This phoenix is symbolic of the resurrection of the area after the war.

Swordsmen, spearmen, heralds and archers top the spires of this building.

There was a stage set up in front of the building that night. Asking around a bit, we ascertained that there was a free concert there that night. A sign in front attested to the fact that it was a "no war" concert.

The sight of multicolored concert lights flashing on the statues and glinting off of the gold inlays was truly unbelievable. The music was pretty good, too.

To make a good thing even better, the ground floor of many of the buildings are now pubs, with outdoor beer gardens. We sat around, drank Belgian beer, and watched the show well into the night. This beer comes with a very interesting glass that I can only presume is some sort of Belgian sobriety indicator.

By the next day, I'd been away from home and work for about a week, and was starting to suffer from animal deprivation. Eric caught a picture of me petting the dog statue.

We went out for seafood on Sunday. The calamari was good, though a bit rubbery.

This calamari really hit the spot!

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