If Belgium were a family, Antwerp would be the punk middle child, the one with the purple mohawk and several piercings through both nostrils. It's a bit grungy, a bit rough around the edges, but that makes you want to hang out with it more. You feel almost cool by association.
As we wound our way up the country the weather turned cold and breezy. Considering its place on the sea and its status as a major shipping port, I guess we should have expected this. Someone the weather made the option of cozying up in pubs and drinking the local tipple all the more inviting.
The rain kept activities to a minimum but we did manage to also find a street full of graffiti artists, a ton of great shopping and relics of old world Europe.
And lots of random sex shops:
No Belgian city would be complete without its nod to Tin Tin:
My memories are otherwise too far removed. But Antwerp's got charm in spades. Go. Drink. Graffit.
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