My hotel room wasn't ready until late afternoon yesterday, and I hadn't managed much sleep on the stuffy, overcrowded flight, so I wandered around Brussels in a gray haze that matched the drizzly Northern European weather, without having much sense of where I was going or what I was seeing.
The pictures I managed to take show how out of it I was; I'm thinking of them as placeholders for better shots I might manage today. Both my phone and the BBC promise me there will be sunshine later, despite the sludgy gray skies I'm looking at now. My brain is a little on the sludgy side as well, despite having had a double espresso with a cappuccino chaser for breakfast, but a brisk walk in bracing air should help with that. And I know that I can count on the “bracing” part, anyway.