Episode 11: In which I venture across the border

There's a photo exhibition going on in Breda right now all to do with perspectives. I had an appointment to go to at lunchtime on Friday and, after waking up to a gorgeous sky, I decided to head into town early to have a gander at the exhibition and post a few letters to friends back in the UK. En route, I started to notice my front light was wobbling quite severely and the cobbled roads weren't exactly making it better, so I stopped off at my favourite bike shop to get it fixed. It's all free if you've bought your bike there, the staff are really friendly and the best thing?

It's one of the owner's and everyday it gets carried to work in the owner's basket!

Light fixed, I took a stroll through town getting a few obligatory tourist shots and visiting the Breda shop to buy a Breda-themed present for Cooper, whose house I spent the weekend at in Antwerp. The photo exhibition is partly outdoors and I the weather was perfect for it, sadly I didn't have enough time to see all of it, but I'm hoping to go again next weekend when Cooper comes to visit Breda.

I arrived in Antwerp and Cooper and I grabbed a bite to eat before heading out to a bar, where we met one of his colleagues and his boyfriend. The bar laid on quite possibly THE best free barbecue ever. This was no students' union free burger, this was the whole shebang: salads, pasta, kebabs, breads. It was lekker and really filled a hole, which we'd been planning to fill with frieten so this worked out better for us! The next day we went and did a bit of shopping in Antwerp and generally just chilled out. I bought a new scarf, as the weather's most definitely drawing in (ignores fact that today was the hottest day in weeks) and a new wallet. We were feeling quite tired from the night before so stopped off for a healthy smoothie before heading home for a disco nap and some food to prepare us for the night ahead. 

We woke up to another beautiful day, and the view from Cooper's window is quite lovely. However, after having rather over-indulged on the vodka the night before, Sunday mornings in a catholic country aren't exactly peaceful.