Rue des Bouchers ( Butchers’ street) in Bruxelles is a place where I like taking a walk, but where I would never stop at a restaurant.
There is nothing wrong with that, it’s a narrow street where little restaurants are one after the other like false pearls on a string.
The service is friendly and quick and the cooking totally banal.
But it has its own charm at night, I think that at least 50% of all the tourists of the town are concentrated there in the evening.
We were slaloming among the waiters, who tried to invite us to enter into their restaurant in all possible languages, when a kind of loudly singing human little train invaded the street ,getting out from a restaurant door and getting inside from another one and again and again.
Sergey started smiling then he was openly amused, I recognized vaguely the song they were singing, something Spanish or Mexican, but something didn’t match with the words, a strange combination…
They are Russians – Sergey told me- they are singing a Spanish song in Russian.
Oh… we were unable to say anything adequate, the scene had its surrealistic appeal, sweet innocent kitsch.
We moved away, the little train, even though composed of merry people, swung dangerously.
We were a little worried to be absorbed against our real will and to find ourselves trapped in the little human train.
Let’s walk ahead…