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Now we've made it to Brussels, and we're walking in the Grote Markt, a central plaza area, named for its size (Grote) and function (Markt). Most towns in the northern part of Belgium (called Flanders, apparently) have a Grote Markt. A dark-skinned young woman just walked up to me. Her mind is flying. She gets her eyes poinnted roughly my way and says "You are doing what you want to do" in heavily accented english. Then she mutters an obscenity and wanders off.