As there’s so many of these damn squares in europa
But
This square… This one is in Brussels
And it makes me feel like I’m in the universal backlot

P.S. I should make this my blog. But I forgot to set it up for email posts before I left. So I’ve just been posting via BlackBerry like the uber crackberry addict I am. Oh yes. Life is CrackBerry.

Addendum: Yes, this was originally a Facebook comment now reposted as a blog. Ha, yes, I’m so clever.

Best quote heard in Paris last nite, while walking down the street with Anya, apparently being thought of as whores by some drunkard: “Not you blonde girl, you’re too expensive!”

Also, have learned that I seem to be a magnet for “celebrity travelering”. When arriving at CDG last week, I lost my driver due to the huge herd of NBA stars frolicking through on some sort of France tour. And then, while arriving at Brussels-Midi today, there apparently was some hot Belgium popstar we civilized Americans have never heard of on the same train as mine. Screaming girls and cameras everywhere. Very interesting stuff, really. Very.

Also, noted: The gay Jewish Knights Templar neighborhood in Paris has the best gelato, Tupac is indeed still alive somewhere in Brussels, I’m REALLY addicted to my crackberry, fromage de chevare is my new anti-drug, and afternoon tea is awesome!

Next stop: Amsterdam (hey Sam, Gypsy, Hannis!), then London and Berlin. Woot!