Day 7 in Europe (Paris to Tilburg)

If I had to use three adjectives to describe the last six days, they'd be "sweaty", "eye-opening" and "nice". Yes, nice, because there just really isn't a better way to describe my experience, it was definitely positive but I didn't throw myself into the night-life and all that.

I spent the morning experiencing the same, went out for breakfast and bam! there was a Sunday market, very much like any other market even in Australia but the produce and products were very French, it was really nice! Afterwards I took a final walk through the Marais and then down the rue de Rivoli until I got to the Louvre, where there was an emergency airlift in progress with what almost looked exactly like a Westpac chopper. Nothing exactly exciting, but it was nice to see the normally crowded square being cleared of people and turned into a helipad.

Next stop is Tilburg! I'm off to visit a mate of mine from Macquarie a few years back, and apparently there is a ten-day fair going on in this little town.

The trip was uneventful but I did note that the Belgian buildings that I saw as we passed by on the train seemed a little less traditional than either those of central Paris or of the Dutch towns. There just seemed to be more grey concrete blocks than I would have expected. Hmmmm, something for me to look into when I get bored...

Anyway I arrived in town and met up with my mate and his friend. Tilburg on a Sunday night was pretty packed, could only get a table at a cafe after a good 20 mins wait. We went out afterwards to a couple of bars that managed to fit in some Dutch music (think happy folksy drinking songs) in between Lady Gaga and other pop classics. Got introduced to a really cute guy but I was perhaps a little too drunk by then and went home. On hindsight, that was a total misplay! ;)