Over the last two weeks, my in-laws were in town. We traveled a lot, slept only a little, and sent them off to the airport exhausted. I will get all of the traveling posted, but it will take a little while, so be prepared.
They arrived Saturday evening, and on Sunday morning, we started off. Tongeren is a city halfway-ish between where I live and Brussels. While there are many things to do there (I am told), it is best known around here for the antiques market that takes place on Sunday mornings. I had never visited this market before, but it sounded like the kind of thing my in-laws would love.
This market was huge. There were vendors going in many directions, with many different things. Some places seemed like a glorified yard sale, while others held secret treasures.
And Tongeren is a beautiful city on it’s own. All along the market was this cool old wall, left over from some other time.
Here is a view from above the market. Stalls everywhere, and only a very small portion of the market.
We found a few hidden treasures, classic beer signs for my father-in-law, and a wooden foldout cabinet thing that reminded me of my grandmother. I’m not even certain if my grandmother had one, or if it is just a feeling, either way, I brought it home. I slightly regret not taking home a set of pewter goblets that I really liked, but knew would end up in storage for a while as I have no place to keep them. They would have been fun for my wine last night, but sadly no, they stayed behind. We might go back, look for my goblets or even just wander around. We might even try to see more of the city than just the market. It’s worth it.