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Visit to La Hulpe

Above, the Château Solvay (my country house, doncha know?!); below, the nearby Folon Foundation. I've always liked the rather childlike images of Belgian artist Jean-Michel Folon, especially the water colours, the huge mural ("Magic City") at Montgomery metro station, which I used to see every day, and the animated works like the one on the home page of the Foundation itself and the one that a French TV channel shows at the beginning and end of transmission, in which the letters of Antenne 2 turn into figures that get up and fly away. I'm not quite so fond of his sculptures, this one is at Brussels Airport.

Not the movers I'd choose

(Fiasco and Quondamcarlo, International Removals)

The hydrangea rides again

My friend D. is a huge fan of hydrangeas (hortensias in French) and I went with her last month to a garden show near Ghent to visit one of the main dealers in Belgium. I found their display a bit surreal, as they had chosen to illustrate their colour selection using dresses on headless dummies.

My favourite things at the show were the robot lawnmowers, I know there is a similar type of vacuum cleaner which I hanker after for my apartment, although I don't suppose I shall ever have one as the cost is ridiculous. I was also amused to see the ticket collectors had propped their refreshments on the bases of the urns flanking the entrance.

Asterix the gallstone

It seems I have my very own pet rock ensconced in my gallbladder, which I have named after the famous comic book character created by Goscinny & Uderzo, and that "the one that got away" (Obélix?) is what was causing my problems. Anyway, May has been one big black hole but I'm much better now and reporting for blogging duty.