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<\/a>And even in sprightly mode I made several stops along the way.<\/p>\nThe first stop was in the Boulevard des 2\u00e8me et 202\u00e8me de Ligne to see how the repairs to the old medieval walls are getting on.<\/p>\n
And they seem to be making really good progress and the new stone blocks that they are blending into the existing walls really look quite the part.<\/p>\n
They have several sections to go at and it will all be looking quite good when it’s done.
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I was being stalked all the way up the rue Couraye by the Sunday morning street cleaner. He was heading on quite nicely, making U-turns and going the wrong way down the one-way street to brush the other side, whether there was another car coming or not.<\/p>\n At least he was useful as some kind of pacemaker to help me on my way. My cleaner was there at the station so I said “hello”, and then purchased a coffee from the machine. And then waited for the train because it wasn’t in the platform.<\/p>\n Surprisingly, I stayed awake for most of the trip. I ate my breakfast (crackers and mandarins) and settled down to read Carl Rafn’s Antiquities Americanae<\/a>.<\/p>\n Written in 1837, its claim to fame is that Rafn was the very first person to take seriously the prospect that the Norse Sagas about the voyages to “Vinland” were actually based on fact and not mere fireside fiction, and he actually set in motion some kind of technical research and calculations to back up his theories.<\/p>\n His theories and calculations were dismissed by later hisotians, most notably by Arthur Reeves who wrote in 1914 “… If less effort had been applied to the dissemination and defence of fantastic speculations, and more to the determination of the exact nature of the facts …” and then proceeded on after 200 or so pages in his book “The Finding of Wineland the Good” to reach almost the same conclusions as those of Rafn. But today, as we all know because we’ve been there and seen it<\/a>, tangible evidence of Norse occupation has been discovered in the New World and although it’s not where Rafn expected it to be, my opinion is that the site at L’Anse aux Meadows isn’t Vinland at all but another unrecorded Norse settlement, and Vinland remains to be discovered.<\/p>\n We pulled into Paris Montparnasse-Vaugirard more-or-less bang on time and I strode off through the massed ranks of travellers down to the heaving metro station. There’s a change on the metro there too, because they have now put up crowd control gates on the platform.<\/p>\n The train was crammed to capacity and I had to wait a while before I could find a seat. I sat next to an African woman and her little daughter Adela who proudly told me that she was two years and three months old.<\/p>\n The two of them sang all the way to where I alighted, and I had the pleasure of telling mummy that it made my day to see a little kid so happy.<\/p>\n And now I know that if ever I forget my butties I won’t be short of something to eat because there were plenty of fast-food shops right in the immediate vicinity.<\/p>\n But seeing as I hadn’t forgotten them, I sat on a bench in the station, surrounded by a group of schoolkids and ate them (the butties, not the kids) and then went for my train. And as I boarded it, fatigue caught up with me and I travelled all the way to Brussels in a state of blissful subconsciousness, to the strains of Traffic’s On The Road<\/a>” – one of the top-ten best live albums ever.<\/p>\n My neighbour had boarded the train carrying, of all things a rolled-up carpet. I asked him whether it had run out of fuel, or else why he didn’t just unroll it and travel to Brussels on that.<\/p>\n However, as Kenneth Williams and Alfred Hitchcock once famously remarked, “it’s a waste of time trying to tell jokes to foreigners”. It was our old friend 1861, and that was crowded too for some reason. There seems to be an awful lot of people travelling today.<\/p>\n I suppose it’s with it being Easter weekend next weekend and everyone is off for their holidays. I’ve already explained about my change of room, and once I was settled in I had a lengthy talk with Rosemary on the telephone.<\/p>\n Our route there took us through the St Donatus Park where we could admire the Toren Oude Stadsomwalling – the Tower of the Old City Wall.<\/p>\n This wall was started to be built in 1160. It had 31 towers, 11 street gates and 3 water gates. 2740 metres long, it enclosed 40 hectares.<\/p>\n It was superseded in 1360 by another wall roughly where the ring-road is now, and demolition began towards the end of the 18th Century.<\/p>\n There’s still a fair bit remaining, and on our travels we’ve seen quite a bit of it. And on our way back to the car, weaving our weary way through the side streets, we came across this really beautiful mural in what I think is the Jozef Vounckplein.<\/p>\n I don’t recall having seen this before.<\/p>\n And good old Alison. While she was at the English Shop yesterday she found some vegan hot cross buns. So now I’m properly prepared for my Good Friday anyway. On that note, I’ll go upstairs and try out my new bed. I hope that it’s as comfortable as it looks.<\/p>\n<\/a>And despite it being early, I wasn’t alone in the street either.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>And fortune smiled on me too on the train. I had a very charming young companion next to me and although she didn’t have too much to say for herself, it’s the kind of thing that does my ego a great deal of good.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>Although it was cold and windy, it was so nice outside that I went for a good walk around outside for a look at what goes on in the vicinity of the station.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>My train was another one of the Paris-Brussels-Koln-Amsterdam “PBKA” trainsets.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>At Brussels my train to Leuven was already in the station so I was able to reap the benefits of having pre-purchased my ticket on the internet. No waiting in a queue for a ticket or finding that the machines are out of order. I just leapt on board.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>That took me up to the time to go out and meet Alison. We went off for a vegan burger at the Greenway<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>After our burger we went for our usual coffee at Kloosters Hotel.<\/p>\n
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