Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Belgium Day 248: An Adventure in Brussels

This vendor wanted to know if I was Iranian.  This obviously made me shy.  We then began to head towards  a pastry shop.

The pastry shop was Moroccan and the young guy working behind the counter believed that I must be Moroccan.  He asked my friend if I was and had difficulty accepting that I was American.  He then asked if I was married.  Maybe I should go to pastry shops in Brussels more often!

Spanish market

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