"Our guidebook suggested a Sunday market at the Gare du Midi and that's where we started. THIS was a market. It was endless. Fresh fruits, vegetables, cheeses, meat, olives (oh, the smell, my mouth watered), pastries, plants, flowers, clothes, purses, lace, material, toothpaste, knick knacks. We could have wandered for hours without repeating an aisle. After we had our fill of market, we find a pommes frites place in the station and indulge in fries with mayonnaise. One sauce is curry and we use the fries as a scoop. American ketchup has nothing on this..." --- from Our Journal of a Spring Weekend in Belgium