Birthday Roadtrip: Namur, Belgium

- If anyone knows the significance of these street shells please lemme know.

I know what you’re thinking. I travel a lot. I just got back from Florida and am already going somewhere else. I am a brat.

Well here’s the thing…it was my birthday and the weather was great. I can’t really think of any other justifications, so that must mean what I just said = a good excuse right? RIGHT!

As for the being a brat part, I’m going to have to admit that I am one
(some other day.)

-Namur Train Station, outside.

So Namur! This is a city in the central/south of Belgium where EVERYTHING is French. No Dutch in these here parts, nor any Flemish (from what I heard anyways). On the outside Namur appeared a pretty standard European city (like it’s train station), but it turned out to have many secret pockets of unexpected beauty, oddities and urban decay. For example:

- Namur Train Station, inside.

Their oh-so-quaint train station looked completely sci-fi-nightmarish inside, which is something I think we ALL should aspire to, don’t you?

Starting today I’m going to work really hard to appear adorable but actually be adorable IN THE FUTURE.

(whole story after the jump. I think it’s worth the effort, but I’m biased)

- My feet & Laurens’ elbow in Namur: a love story

Namur also has a City Hall (like whatever, every two-person town here does), but this one has a big, wooden stage built in the town square for everyone to chill/sunbathe/drink beer/play guitar on. For me, this is what made Namur special…a wooden stage.
Interpret that as you will.

- The Great Citadel of Namur. Yes, we climbed that ramp.

The last thing we visited was the Great Citadel, which was HUGE, not to mention quite the climb. See that slanted wall? It’s actually a ramp to get up there. See how I couldn’t fit all of it into this photo? That’s because it’s massive!