Le Train Bleu
Review
Are you eating at Le Train Bleu for the first time? Don't know what to order? What to wear? Don't worry, Ms Unexpected's got your back.
Are you eating at Le Train Bleu for the first time? Don't know what to order? What to wear? Don't worry, Ms Unexpected's got your back.
While my great-uncle Raymond eventually grew up to be a functional adult, no one who actually knew him would say that I'm overstating it if I say that as a kid, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. This was due partly to the fact that he had been extremely sheltered as a child because he was the only boy in a family that already counted two very strong-willed girls, partly because we can't all win the common sense lottery.
So you've made the decision to stay at the Efteling Hotel and now you're wondering which themed suite you should pick for your little getaway to fairytale land? Don't worry,…
We used to go to the seaside by train. It was odd, now that I come to think of it, as in the early nineties, most families had a car. Still, we went to the seaside by train. Maybe it was a remnant of the first paid leaves for which the working class had gone on strike in the sixties when having a private vehicle was just not possible for everyone yet. It’s funny how we just mimic the previous generation’s ways without much questioning.
In its infinite wisdom, The Search Engine That Shan't Be Named allows me to access the search queries that drive traffic to this blog. In an effort to connect with my readership, and because frankly, some of those queries are proper bonkers, I've decided to address them all in one post. You're welcome.
I didn't so much put this blog on the backburner as I straight-up abandoned it like a Dickensian child on the steps of a church, and I am very sorry about that. The truth is I had no idea what to write. Life in times of Covid-19 is weird, to say the least, and I still don't quite know how to put words on it. So I guess I'll just dance around the topic until I find out how to talk about it, and focus on a couple of things that have brought me joy in the past few months.
At only two hours from Brussels and one hour and a half from Amsterdam, Efteling is a wonderful alternative to other theme parks in Western Europe if you're into magic, fairy tales, and the unique Dutch approach to those realms.
With many of my friends wanting to learn French at the moment, I thought I’d put together a list of French songs that aren’t entirely terrible for those of you who might want to diversify your playlist.
Every month, I write about three things I really liked as a way to reflect upon the good things. In February 2020, it was the Tutankhamun Exhibition at the Saatchi Gallery, The Vicinity Outdoor Lounging Area in London, and A Curious History of Sex by Kate Lister.
The difficult bit of human existence is that everyone else is also participating in it. There are some great people, some kind of mid-range people, and then you have the massive arseholes who always seem to congregate precisely where they shouldn't be with the sole objective of making the rest of us miserable. And sometimes, they go to the museum.