Today we took a train to Dinant. Happily waiting on Platform 3, with 2 minutes to go before departure of train when the announcement comes - in French and Dutch - to change to Platform 5. Raced upstairs and then back down to Platform 5. Luckily I understand enough French to get it, but not sure what would have happened if we only spoke English.
We jumped on the train with seconds to spare, only to be told that we were in the wrong carriage - we should be in the 'trois dernieres' (the back three), as the train was to 'scinder' in the town of Namur, with part going to Liege and the rest to Dinant. This was a new word for us so we had to work it out, it means to split, could be that it is related to the word "asunder"?
We tried to go through to the back three carriages but it was locked off, so had to wait for the next brief stop, jump off the train, run up the platform and jump back on. An exciting start to the day!
The trip however was beautiful, especially the part between Namur and Dinant, which follows the River Meuse, and is dotted with pretty villages topped by fortresses, castles and citadels - a bit like the Rhine on a smaller scale.
Dinant is worth it, as shown by this picture, and many more.
We travelled up the hill on the Teleferique, where the views are phenomenal, and had quite a history lesson in the Citadel. Why is it that wars indirectly bring about the most beautiful, interesting, and enduring architecture? The area has seen plenty of conflict, and parts of the Citadel date from the Middle Ages.
We had lunch in a restaurant overlooking the River Meuse, the views were remarkable. Alek has decided that he needs to learn a little more French - when asked what he wanted to drink, he said "pomme de terre", which of course means potato. What he meant to say was "jus de pomme" (apple juice) - no wonder the waitress looked confused. I put my head in my hands and pretended I wasn't with him ....
One thing we wondered as we sat there in the warmth, with the rain pouring down outside - why do seagulls float backwards on the River Meuse? I tried to get a picture, but failed. Every single seagull floating blissfully on the river was serenely going backwards with the current, I've never seen this before, can anyone explain it?
Dinant is also famous for the "Couques de Dinant" which originate from when Charles the Bold besieged the town in 1466. There was no food left in the town except honey and flour, so the residents made this into biscuits, imprinted with designs from the copper works, another specialty of Dinant.
We bought some of these biscuits, and were given a printed explanation of the history, which is quite hilarious as it is a translation and includes such classics as "flattened with a rolling-pin to make it rightly-tick", and "then put into a mould to be impressed". "The couques, ranged on plates, were baked to following day in a wood hoven" and "no rolling-pin a rolling - a kind of carpet-working by means of a mere switch: two steel cylinders revolve each other in the opposite direction and flatten the paste". "The sell particularly well in summer, durin the tourist season, but the best time is Santa Claus". Well, I think we bought them at the right time! Alek is just trying to eat one now, it is as hard as a rock ....
Tomorrow we go to Amsterdam for a couple of days, and then it will be new year!
We jumped on the train with seconds to spare, only to be told that we were in the wrong carriage - we should be in the 'trois dernieres' (the back three), as the train was to 'scinder' in the town of Namur, with part going to Liege and the rest to Dinant. This was a new word for us so we had to work it out, it means to split, could be that it is related to the word "asunder"?
We tried to go through to the back three carriages but it was locked off, so had to wait for the next brief stop, jump off the train, run up the platform and jump back on. An exciting start to the day!
The trip however was beautiful, especially the part between Namur and Dinant, which follows the River Meuse, and is dotted with pretty villages topped by fortresses, castles and citadels - a bit like the Rhine on a smaller scale.
Dinant is worth it, as shown by this picture, and many more.
Citadel on the hill at Dinant |
We had lunch in a restaurant overlooking the River Meuse, the views were remarkable. Alek has decided that he needs to learn a little more French - when asked what he wanted to drink, he said "pomme de terre", which of course means potato. What he meant to say was "jus de pomme" (apple juice) - no wonder the waitress looked confused. I put my head in my hands and pretended I wasn't with him ....
One thing we wondered as we sat there in the warmth, with the rain pouring down outside - why do seagulls float backwards on the River Meuse? I tried to get a picture, but failed. Every single seagull floating blissfully on the river was serenely going backwards with the current, I've never seen this before, can anyone explain it?
Charles the Bold was a right royal bastard! |
We bought some of these biscuits, and were given a printed explanation of the history, which is quite hilarious as it is a translation and includes such classics as "flattened with a rolling-pin to make it rightly-tick", and "then put into a mould to be impressed". "The couques, ranged on plates, were baked to following day in a wood hoven" and "no rolling-pin a rolling - a kind of carpet-working by means of a mere switch: two steel cylinders revolve each other in the opposite direction and flatten the paste". "The sell particularly well in summer, durin the tourist season, but the best time is Santa Claus". Well, I think we bought them at the right time! Alek is just trying to eat one now, it is as hard as a rock ....
Tomorrow we go to Amsterdam for a couple of days, and then it will be new year!