Elena and I left the sun in Brussels and found ourselves in a grey and chilly Namur over the Easter weekend. The streets, the buildings, the cars, and even the people in Namur fitted all the stereotypes of a city in the Walloons. On this relaxing day of strolling and shopping, one of my two rings decided to part and found itself a new permanent home up at the citadel of Namur after the start of many smoked salmon sandwiches.
