Not really, but in Brussels. I spent the weekend in Brussels gorging myself on moule frietes, top fermented beer, waterzooi and last but not least french comics (french as in the language; the are not necessarelly naughty at all). The comic shops in Brussels are sans pareil. Got a big stack of Blake & Mortimer (Pulp), Baru, Bourgeon (SF), Tardi (Gothic Horror) and more. (Be still my beating heart!). I will have to hide the receipts from the wife among the Christmas expenses.
But I digress. On the past beautiful Sunday morning I went to the The King Leopold II Museeum of Colonial Genocide and Daylight Robbery in Tervuren (also known as Musee Royal de Afrique Central). The exhibition about the Belgian/Congo relations was quite sobering. Still, the museeum is a museeum of itself, if you catch my drift. Built as a propagande tool for the Congo Free State it is full of fantastic colonial stuff in a beautiful setting: masks, weapons, tools, macabre stuffed animals and bugs (and, Lord!, there are some quite disgusting parasitic gnats and tics in those parts). I hope they will, eventhough it is in many ways upsetting, keep it that way so one in the future will understand the colonial mindset.