I went for a “run” on Sunday morning and found myself at the edge of Parc du Cinquantenaire. There was a crowd gathered and lots of English being spoken. I joined the crowd in a lap around the park and quickly realized I was IN the Brussels’ St. Patrick’s Day parade. Now, this wasn’t the Baton Rouge parade, or goodness knows the Dallas parade (we missed you. promise we’ll see you again in a couple of years), but there was music and festive party hats, so I kept going. The parade was lead by bagpipes, kilts, orange and green flags, and cute little Irish dancers. C’est mignon. At the end, there was a little festival setup with beer stands and a lacrosse game. I figured that was enough “exercise” and headed home to my hubby. Everything, and I mean everything, is better with him.
We celebrated at de Valera’s in Flagey til the Croatians called. Brussels is way better with them. (Am I getting mushy in a St. Patrick’s Day post??) Ended the adventurous day getting lost in one of the largest cinemas in the world, Kinepolis, and eventually saw Les Mis.
Hey! Lookithere – the correct nickname for dear ole St. Patrick. And we’re American. Cheers!