The Waterloo Market, Belgium

Gert and I have twice enjoyed one of the Europe's top 10 markets ... the Waterloo Market, in recent days.  We first heard of it via BBC's Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is and loved the idea that we could rummage around, with the possibility of finding both genuine antiques and quirky collectables there.  As a New Zealander, from a country young in collectable material history, I loved the age of everything ... and the European flavour too.

The market is held every Sunday, in the carpark of the Carrefour supermarket in Waterloo.  There are so many small stalls that it took us 3 hours walking to explore them all today.   Last weekend, unprepared for the heat and having left the house without breakfast, we gave up our exploration as heat exhaustion set in.

This Sunday we were ready.  A good breakfast, sunhats, a bottle of water, comfortable shoes ... no worries, mate.  We were off and wandering with relaxed intent.

And I came home with a few small treasures.  I couldn't afford the beautiful 19th century travel writing desk at 40euro, nor could I justify the darling old 1960s opera binocular glasses 10euro, or the exquisitely-shaped whisky hip flask but ... I did buy a pipe-rack for 7 euro.  The quote on it will make a pipe-collector of me.  And I picked up my first, a clay-pipe, for 3euro.

But it was the little blue leather coin purse pictured below, by Neiman Marcus, that I loved best.  The woman gave it to me for 1euro when she saw I only had a 20euro note.  I wasn't even haggling because she had only wanted 3euro total. 

It works like a pelican's beak perhaps.  The silk-lined leather pouch expands as you fill it with coins.  I love it.

Parking isn't usually a problem, there are clean toilets in the Carrefour complex, and there is a range of places to eat.  The market itself is laid out in an easy to explore grid too - so we backtracked to a couple of retailers, just in case the traveling writing desk became justifiable  ... 

Highly recommended.

 

1,100kms, a fire and a trans-Tasman Meeting

Last night, I realised that I had driven to Frankfurt in Germany and back without any form of ID on me.  The German police would not have been impressed had they checked ...

You can go to jail for 12 hours in Belgium, if you're caught like that here, although they let me off the one time that was discovered.

Anyway, this was how that massive day ended ... 3 Aussies, a kiwi and a Belgian, sitting round a big old outside fire, chatting. 

A Portrait ...

Jarryd's a singer/songwriter, and as we worked through this portrait shoot, we talked. 

He's a story.  But isn't everyone?  I think the thing I have most loved about sharing this big old house in Wallonia, is that all of us are stories ... massive tapestries, woven from vastly different experiences and yet, here we all are, sharing meals, working together, talking ... and sharing our stories.

Impromptu Photo-shoot ...

You know those days when you feel like you're flying in your chosen field?

Well ... yesterday I had an impromptu photo-shoot with this guy, an Australian singer, songwriter and wanderer, and I'm quietly rapt with the results.  Interview to follow one day soon.

 

Seen from the Stairs

I wandered downstairs, still bubbling with joy after two back-to-back, rather successful, photoshoots and I saw this from the first floor window ...

The American and the Aussie prepared dinner tonight.  The sun has returned and yes, we all ate outside.  It was lovely.