From there wee headed down a side street to see the famous (infamous) Peeing Boy of Brussels. We found him, but he gives new meaning to underwhelming and ridiculous. Instead of a large or even medium-sized fountain, he is barely visible aside from the costumes in which the locals dress him. This day he appeared in top hat and tails--quite the sophisticate. However, he was exceeded in fascinating by some of his replicas in the trashy tourist shops nearby.
|the boy himself|
From there we had to get our bearings and head back to our lodgings and call it a night.