Peeps At Many Lands: Belgium

. There are a great many canals. You could go all the way from France to the other side of Belgium in a barge, threading your way through fields, and m

and drinking on these boats so good that he went backwards and forwards on the canal between Bruges and

and other goods. They are largely used for that purpose. The Belgians are very wise about their canals; they keep them in good order, and sen

steam-tug puffs along, pulling three or four barges after it. Some are pulled by horses, and often men or women lab

playing on the top of the hatches, and the husband is doing some work among the cargo, or just sitting smoking his pipe. These floating homes are long and broad, painted in bright colours, with a deck-cabi

which is kept up by a tax everyone who has a bicycle must pay. Always remember that if you meet another person you ke

he country. The fares are low, and you can go a long way for a few pence. The carriages are open from end to end, and if you travel in one of them you will generally see a crowd of peasants in blue blouses, old women in long black cloaks and white caps, priests, and soldiers (who only pay half-price), the men all smoking, and the women talking about what they h

5-and ran from Brussels, the capital of Belgium, to Malines, a town which you will see on the map. There are

urself to the station an hour before you intend to start, and tell the railway clerk at the booking-office by which class you wish to travel, and when you go back to the station you will find your ticket ready, with your photograph pasted on it, so that the guards may know that you are the person to whom it belongs. You then pay for it, and leave 4s. more, which are given back at whatever station your trip may end. There are

en. It is quite common in Belgium to be in a railway carriage where, w

atch cold. So they are always afraid of draughts, especially in a railway train. The first thing a Belgian does, as soon as he enters a carriage, is to shut the windows, and the rule is that if by any chance there were, say, five people who wanted a window open, and only one who wanted

he windows, and wished to open it. All the other passengers refused to allow her. She told them she felt as if she would faint from the heat. Not one of the Belgian ladies and gentlemen, who were all well-dressed people, cared about that. They just shrugged their shoulders. At last the old lady, who had been turning very

on; but the best plan is to say nothing, and remember that ever