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Speeding towards Brussels on another of those
"open roads" so rarely seen in the UK, we are passed by the Brussels-Paris
TGV (Train Grand Vitesse), going the other way of course, - flashing by
majestically.
After a warm night at the Hotel President Centre
(allegedly the air conditioning was overdue for maintenance), Dennis aka
Ernie aka Les whisked us adroitly through the perspiring traffic in air-conditioned
comfort, dropping off right on the doorstep of the organisation which
is dedicated to ending those appalling wars in Europe:- |