Lunch with A. in a restaurant high up on the eighth floor with Brussels around and beneath us. In the sunshine it must be one the best views of this city. A bowl of fish soup and a beer. The waitress is calculatedly objectionable and gives the incorrect change at the end. No doubt she assumes we're tourists and won't notice.

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No rain. And the weather is mild. An intuition of Spring.

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Wander around. The usual haunts. Look at lavish monographs about Cy Twombly. Try to justify the expense. (Fail).

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Walk home clutching a bag of tea and a new secondhand paperback.