Peggy and I just left Antwerp and are now in Bruges, which is a much much nicer place. I got to go see works by my favourite artists but still we both ended up hating Antwerp. There are really nice pockets of great architecture and museums but one false lapse in direction and it seems as if you entered Baghdad and instead of western hating Iraqis you will find weird Syrian gypsy ginos wearing white linen cargo pants and pink polo shirts with bedazzled eagles on the backs. Its like Toronto club district meets 1830s Tangiers. Its the strangest thing, all the men are slightly faggy and when you really do see a transvestite it just looks like your dad decided to dress up like a 22 year old city girl, they by far have the weirdest cross dressers. We saw a 90 year old man wearing a denim skirt.
