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(An extra memory from our time in Belgium.)
When we got off the train in Brussels, this just down from the station.
It seemed an aggressive, passive-aggressive sign. We ate elsewhere that day, but cake seemed the better of the ideas. Very hip, hipster-ish place.
This is the tenth Fourth of July we’ve spent together. We took part in part of our regular tradition: getting ribs.
We missed the fireworks because we mis-timed things. But it was raining anyway. Clearly we got the important part right.
Last year we skipped the ribs for reasons that we’ve both forgotten. Had to do with staying in with friends, I think. That’s why we missed the picture then, why there’s a placeholder there now. Next year, maybe, we’ll get it right again.
Nevertheless, the traditional Fourth photograph collage:
Here we all are, getting set to learn what it means to be British at the British Museum.
That’s not what you learn at the British Museum, actually, but we saw a lot of great artifacts. Here is a selection I shared on the site last month.
We were very pleased that Adam got to come and traipse around London with us for a weekend. Always nice to hear another accent you understand. We also got to see where seven-times or so removed ancestor immigrated from. Mostly we were just happy to see our friend.
Today we went to a wedding. Seemed only appropriate that we show up, since we were part of the engagement.
He’d sent his soon-to-be fiancee on a scavenger hunt about town, featuring many of the places that are significant to them. The trip culminated with a walk full of dozens of people they knew holding posters about her and him and them. (We went for comic relief with our posters.) At the end of that tunnel there he was with a ring and a speech and a poster of his own.
And today it was a lovely little ceremony. Saw some folks we don’t get to see as often as we should. Had a little finger food at the reception and hung out with our pal Kim:
And then we went out for barbecue. Not a bad way to spend your evening.
