Since my abstract is now not due until Sunday, it’s about time I did another post…

Here’s the scene: at the tail end of our trip to Europe in 2006, after my family had left, me and Tom found ourselves all alone in Brussels. Without a camera (as mine had broken in the South of France). And hungry. So, since French fries are actually Belgian (they speak French there too), we decided we had to get some. And we should do it in style. So, we went to this place inside the large gallery (like a glass-covered passageway) and ordered some fries. You can’t really see, but it came with a shot glass of ketchup, which I thought was awesome and worth a picture.  Still looking for that second picture…  Anyway, here it is, Tom eating fries in Brussels:

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