I spent the weekend in Belgium following these people up and down the cobblestone streets of Tongeren, which can boast of being the oldest city in Belgium. 

Founded in 15 AD (seriously) Tongeren was one of the largest cities in the north of Gaul.  Parts of the original Roman city wall are still standing. 

Inside those city walls we found lots of color and flavor despite the gray skies overhead. For the record, the turquoise and pink scarves made the final cut for this shopper. 

As far as European cities go, Tongeren was not beautiful nor especially quaint but made up for this by the air of reserved elegance given off by passersby. Dignified you might say.  

Of course there was chocolate. Phenomenal, intricate handmade creations. In fact, if you look close enough you can see my nose pressed against the glass bewitched by those magnificent folds of chocolate.

The cafe's sported Dutch menu's as a rule. But it has been a very long time since I have spoken Dutch. As in, the only thing I can really remember is how to say I am hungry. Though I guess its a good start when you speak to your waiter. ; ) 

And this is just a shameless plug for the man behind the road trip, who tapped away at the laptop and said, "Pack a bag, woman! We are outta here!"  Or something like that. : )  I think the consensus is that impromptu is a very good thing. 

And there is more Belgian beauty.  But not more time tonight.