A sunflare shot of one of Bruge's towers.

The view from our café at sunset.

From a couple weeks ago when I met up with cousin Ross in Paris.

The famous fountain at the Centre Pompidou.

Yes, that IS where I was last weekend. Not too bad, huh?

This is, shall I say, the speciality of Bruge. Notice any chocolates of a somewhat unusual mold?

A view from one of the canals of Bruge. We took a boat tour of the city.

The famous clock tower of Bruge.

The local post office, just to give you a flavor of Bruge's architecture.

Finally the Belgium pix start.

Vive la Belgique!

Dear Belgium,
I'd just like to say thanks for: awesome, bright, friendly, and funny people, your tons of top-quality chocolat, your very yummmmy gauffres (waffels), your amazing culture and history, and naturally your charming and beautiful towns.

Dear Friends and Family,
For Veterans Day yesterday Veronica's host family and I took a DAY TRIP to Belgium. That's a DAY trip people. After a mere 3 hour car ride we arrived in Dr. Evil's hometown of Bruge to: tour the town, eat moules frites (mussels and french fries, which originated in Belgium, not France) - in the same restuarant that Audrey Hepburn, Donald Sutherland, and some prince I've never heard of went to; to take a boat tour through the canals and under the ancient bridges of the town; and above all, to look at chocolate breasts. Yes, chocolate boobs. Chocolate buttocks with chocolate thongs too. Note: Pictures will be published soon. No I kid, I keeed. We just happened to come across these sensual delicacies while strolling through the quintessentially European, yet uniquely Belgian streets. The chocolate we bought was however, I have to admit, a butt, excuse me, a bit more traditional. Being the chocolate capital of the world, none of us passed on the opportunity to stock up on the good stuff. We must have seen at least 15 chocolatiers, and visited at least 3 of them. Up to this point, I have been able to see the scale when I weigh myself. Maybe that'll change soon. Overall, it was an amazing day that I will never, never forget. After all, I can now cross off another country that I've been to. That's a pretty big dealio.

Over and out.
Sending my best to everyone,
Ez

I want my house to be shingled in chocolate too!

Rosé Champagne with, if you wish, chocolate covered orange, lemon, or ginger.

It got "a little" crowded toward midday.

Ohhhhh Yeahhhhh

Want a taste?

Vee and I next to a Statue of Liberty made out of 100% chocolate.

Bienvenue au 10eme Salon du Chocolat à PARIS.

Mes copains from gauche to droite in front of a 59 Corvette at Disney Village: Veronica, Cathy, David, Rémy, Marion, François-Xavier (Fix), and Perrine.

Yes, it was a very cold Halloween.

A giant pumpkin and a fantasy castle/hotel. The highest chamber of the highest tower is a room that you can stay in.

Yayyy. My friends and I went to EuroDisney for Halloween. Much fun!

La Géode, a hemispherical movie theater that is just one small part of La Cité des Sciences in Paris.

Ain't it a beaut'

Lara Croft oblivious to the smooches I try giving her.

Me and Ray at the piano.

My buddy, Pavarotti

I tried to keep up with him, but his conversation just went wayyy over my head.

Me hangin with Johnny Hallyday

Most of the Gru family. Left to right: Jean-Baptiste, Pascal, Thiebault, Dimitri, Mathieu, Stanislas

La couche de soleil in the farm-town of Flez (pronounced "Flay") in the Somme region.

The Gru farm house that I stayed at for several days this past week (while also visiting Amiens, St. Quentin, and Péronne).

A pond at the St. Quentin community park.

The Basilica of St. Quentin.

Trains at the maquette (miniature models) expo at the St. Pierre church in Senlis.

The forest of Halatte in which the chasse à courre took place. I was just a spectator, riding around these woods on a bike trying to get a glimpse of the action.

Les cavaliers de la chasse à courre. These horsemen hunt down a stag in the forest with dogs, using their horns to signal to them. The dogs tire the stag by chasing it and then kill it. If the dogs do not kill the stag, one horsemen is assigned to finish it off with either a huge knife or a gun. Apart from that aspect of this particular hunt, no guns are used.

My bedroom with someone else's decor.

The view from my bedroom window.

Whatever it is, it's cool.

BMW Clean Energy hydrogen-powered supercar

It says it all

Mercedes SLR Mclaren

Maybach 62

Again, my next car.

F430

I give you....the PARIS AUTO SHOW.

At the Garret residence.