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Netherlands/Belgium Trip - Antwerp      5th July:

    As I drifted into consciousness, I slowly became aware of a loud white-noise sound in the background. Its constancy ruled out Rex's snoring. One of the many dredgers was stationed nearby, its vast load of sand and gravel being conveyed out into huge grinding machines, and the resulting fine shingle being sifted and automatically passed over more conveyer belts to large dunes of varying grain size.
    The rain still poured down. A worried Rex sat hunched over his laptop, staring impassively at the weather forecasts, frequently cursing. Further progress on our sailing trip was now being hampered by bad weather conditions in the offing. The frequency of these weather scans was now rising exponentially. Our plans were to move on from Ostend to Dunquerque for a night, then finish in Gravelines before crossing to Ramsgate, then back home by the following Saturday.
    We had already decided to get a train to Antwerp today, and by the time we reached the station we were quite damp. At the ticket office I asked for "Drie" tickets to Antwerp, and once the paperwork was in our hands, we sprinted out to the train and leapt on as it was about to depart.
    As we sat down, Meryl noticed we only had two tickets. I distinctly said "Drie" at the ticket office, not "Twee", and besides there were three of us standing there at the counter for the clerk to see. It was too late to do anything about it now, the train was pulling out. Sure enough within three minutes, the ticket inspector came down the aisle going about his business. Upon my explanation, he proceeded to lecture me on the importance of checking the number of tickets you have before boarding any train, never mind his train. The incident seemed to instantly elevate me to the status of master cheat and fraudster, only fit for cleaning Belgian train station toilets for the next 20 years using a single tooth brush. My atrocities made the Spanish, French and German invasions of long ago seem trivial compared to the heinous crime I had just committed. If the inspector had a pistol, I believe I would have been forced to lick his boots. By the time we had bought the extra ticket, he had smugly reduced me to a one inch tall quivering wreck. A bucket full of mussels and chocolate covered waffles to you, sir.
    Our train wended its way through a wet land blanketed by a huddle of grey clouds. At Bruges, giggling gaggles of young folk climbed on board. Ghent brought even more excited school children and armies of scouts. Welcome to the Kindergarten Express.
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Antwerp Central Station
    After our 90 minute journey we pulled into Antwerp Central Station, a truly grand affair and arguably the architecturally most outstanding construction of its kind in Flanders and Belgium. Dubbed the "Railway Cathedral", it was one of the main landmarks in Antwerp. The station was built at the end of the 19th century (1895-1905) and replaced an earlier station of the Brussels-Mechelen-Antwerp railway. The monumental main building was designed by the Bruges architect L. Delacenserie. The railway station was topped by an impressive dome. Another distinguishing feature of the station was the large iron and glass train shed, which after renovation had been painted in red on the outside. The huge glass vault was designed by the architect J. Van Asperen. The original platform and tracks themselves were elevated, the two lower levels were added later to accommodate the high speed train connection to Amsterdam. Besides the platforms, the vault also covered many of the small diamond and gold shops, which were part of the diamond district next to the Central Station. The colourful interior was lavishly decorated with more than 20 different kinds of marble and stone. The main hall and the railway cafeteria could match the interiors of many palaces. Not a single square meter either inside or outside the building was not decorated.
    Following the crowds and hordes of school kids and scouts, we walked through the diamond district. For centuries Antwerp had been known as the "diamond capital of the world". Diamond cutting, polishing and trading was the crux of the city's economy, with 70% of the world's diamond trading done in the city. This area was also the Jewish part of the city. The presence of many "Chassidic" Jewish people gave the city a flair that cannot be found in other Belgian cities. We headed west from the station along Keyserlei towards the Meir, the shopping high-street of Antwerp, beyond which lay the historic heart of the city.
    Antwerp is located on the river Schelde, which is linked to the North Sea by the Westerschelde estuary. The city is Belgium's second city and biggest port, in fact it is the second largest harbour of Europe (after Rotterdam). One third of all Belgian exports transit through the Flemish city. Antwerp is also the world's second petrochemical port, after Houston in the USA. Half of the world's top 20 chemical companies have offices in Antwerp.
    According to folklore, the city got its name from a legend involving a mythical giant called Antigoon who lived near the river Schelde. He exacted a toll from those crossing the river, and for those who refused, he severed one of their hands and threw it into the river Schelde. Eventually, the giant was slain by a young hero named Brabo, who cut off the giant's own hand and flung it into the river. Hence the name Antwerpen, from Dutch hand werpen, or throw a hand.
    As far back as the 2nd and 3rd century A.D during the Roman era, humans resided in the vicinity on the banks of the river Schelde. Excavations show that the site was inhabited again during 650 when Christianity arrived in Europe. Later on that friendly bunch, the Vikings, attacked the settlement in 836 forcing the inhabitants to migrate to "aanwerp", an alluvial mound, where later the Steen castle was built.
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Baroque Buildings on Leysstraat
    After the decline of Bruges due to silting up of the Zwin, the city of Antwerp, part of the Duchy of Brabant and controlled from Brussels, gained in importance. Foreign trading houses transferred from Bruges to Antwerp at the end of the 15th century. Antwerp reputedly became the richest city in Europe. In the Golden era of 16th century, the city started maturing as the most economic and cultural hub in the world. Antwerp started importing sugar from Portuguese and Spanish plantations, and became the sugar capital of Europe. The city attracted Italian and German sugar refiners by 1550, and shipped their refined product to Germany, especially Cologne. Booms were also established in pepper, American silver via Seville and textiles. Moneylenders and financiers operated a large business loaning money to the English government in the 1544-1574 period. London bankers were too small to operate on that scale, and Antwerp had a highly efficient bourse that itself attracted rich bankers from around Europe. Many foreign merchants were resident in the city. The economy of Antwerp was controlled by foreigners, making the city very cosmopolitan, with merchants and traders from Venice, Ragusa, Spain and Portugal. Antwerp had a policy of toleration, which attracted a large orthodox Jewish community. After the 1570s the city's banking business declined; England ended its borrowing in Antwerp in 1574.
    During the Eighty Years' War, in 1576, the city was plundered by Spanish soldiers, who massacred about 6,000 of its citizens during the so-called Spanish Fury. Antwerp was captured again by the Spanish in 1585, but they allowed protestant citizens to leave, often northwards to the present-day Netherlands. Antwerp declined, and soon thereafter the United Provinces of the North experienced their golden age. The city further declined for centuries and after the Treaty of Munster (end of the Eighty Years' War), the Schelde river was actually closed to navigation. The harbour was revived again during Napoleonic times in the belief that by making Antwerp's harbour the finest in Europe, France would be able to counter London's harbour and stint British growth. The Battle of Waterloo put an end to that plan though.
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Onze-Lieve-Vrouwekathedral
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Statue of the Builders
    After the defeat at Liège during World War I, the city became the fall-back point of the Belgian Army. The resulting Siege of Antwerp lasted for 11 days, but the city was taken after heavy fighting, and the Belgians were forced to retreat westwards. Antwerp remained under German occupation until the Armistice. During World War II, the city was an important strategic target because of its port. It was occupied by Germany in May 1940 and liberated by the British 11th Armoured Division on 4th September 1944. The Germans then attempted to destroy the Port of Antwerp, which was used by the Allies to bring new material ashore. Thousands of Rheinbote, V-1 and V-2 missiles battered the city. As a result, the city itself was severely damaged and rebuilt after the war in a modern style. After the war, Antwerp, which had already had a sizeable Jewish population before the war, once again became a major European centre of Haredi Orthodox Judaism.
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Onze-Lieve-Vrouwekathedral Interior      (please use scroll bar)

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Elevation of the Cross (Rubens 1610)
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The Decent from the Cross (Rubens 1612-1614)
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The Assumption of the Holy Virgin (Rubens 1625)
    As we reached the Meir, the main shopping thoroughfare which appeared to be a shopaholic's heaven, we discovered the summer sales had just started. This explained why so many young folk were heading in from the provinces. Rain was still in the air as we weaved our way through throngs of people dressed in vibrant colours, their out-stretched umbrellas eager to poke out our eyes. The shops were very chic, extremely fashionable, expensive, and exceedingly well frequented.
    On arriving at the Groenplaats we were confronted by the largest Gothic church in the Low Countries, the Onze-Lieve-Vrouwekathedral (Cathedral of our Lady), Antwerp's pride and joy. It took some 170 years to build and was completed in 1521. Aptly described as "stone lacework", its 123m northern tower still dominated the skyline. Originally two towers of equal height were planned, but the second tower never emerged. The cathedral was seriously damaged during the French occupation at the end of the 18th century, and most of the interior was sold by the French. Over the last few decades, a lot of restoration work has been done. The cathedral boasted a carillon with 49 bells. We entered and found the sprawling interior defied all sense of scale, a mixture of 17th century baroque and 19th century neo-Gothic. The wide central nave was flanked by three aisles on each side, creating a huge interior space with 48 pillars in each aisle. The nave was bright and airy, steeped in opulent furnishings and drenched by the light passing through colourful stained-glass windows. Despite all the plundering, major art treasuries had survived. The most notable were three large paintings by Rubens: Descent from the Cross (1612), Elevation of the Cross (1610) and the Resurrection Triptych (1612). It came as no surprise that the building was on the list of Unesco World Heritage sites.
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Stadhuis with Statue of Brabo on the Grote Markt

    Located just behind the cathedral was the Grote Markt, still the heart of the old city, of a triangular shape originating from the municipal ground created during the era of the Franks. There in the middle of the market stood a statue depicting the protagonist of Antwerp's most famous mythical hero, Brabo, the legendary slayer of the giant. The statue was created by sculptor Jef Lambeaux in 1887.
    Behind it, decked out in colourful flags, the Stadhuis (Town Hall) took a commanding position over the Grote Markt. Replacing an older smaller building, the present Stadhuis of Antwerp was built by Cornelis Floris de Vriendt between 1561 and 1565 in Renaissance style, with a touch of Flemish Gothic so as not to contrast too sharply with the surrounding buildings. It needed rebuilding a few years later after being destroyed during the Spanish Fury of 1576. The richly ornamented centre section rose above the eaves in diminishing stages with the statue of the Virgin adorning the central gable. Below stood other statues representing Justice and Prudence, together with the coats of arms of the Duchy of Brabant, the Spanish Habsburgs, and the Margraviate of Antwerp.
    Today at least one wedding was being held in the Stadhuis, and outside a large beer marquee was being set up. Nearby, on the wet cobblestones, a pink settee rested, with a patch of carpet beside it and a few stools. The setting was accompanied by a pedestal topped with an ice bucket containing a few bottles of champagne. A light drizzle enveloped the scene, and sadly none of the organisers had the sense to protect the intimate setting. I'm sure the bride and groom would have been delighted to sit on the soggy settee for a photo shoot.
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Guild Houses
    Apart from the Stadhuis most of the buildings bordering the Grote Markt were former "gildehuizen", originally the headquarters of the city's 16th and 17th century guilds. The beautiful houses of the Guilds were unfortunately not the original ones. Similar to the Stadhuis, they were burned down in 1576. Most of the houses were rebuilt afterwards by Hans Vredeman, the town architect, in Flemish Renaissance style. In the 19th century the houses were again renovated, resulting in the current lavishly decorated houses. They reflected the tradition of building in wood with their use of stone to imitate wooden pillars and beams. The group of guild houses on this square were characterized by their variety; each facade striving to be different in height and rhythm. The guild houses featured extensive use of glass, with many windows to let in the maximum amount of light, and were richly decorated with golden statues. Among the houses were: the Gildehuis der Kuipers (Coopers' House; No. 5), the Huis van de Schutters (Archer's House; No. 7) crowned by the statue of St. George, the Huis van de Kruideniers (Grocers' House; No. 11), the Huis van de Kleermakers (Tailors' House; No. 38) and the Huis van de Timmerlieden (Carpenters' House; No. 40).
    We ambled down to the Schelde bank, climbed a sharp incline up to a viewing point, and gazed out onto the great river, the massive dock complex further downstream, and a marina partially hidden on the opposite bank.
    The Schelde River, also spelt Scheldt, stretched for 435 km, rising in northern France and flowing across Belgium to its North Sea outlet in Dutch territory. Along with the Lower Rhine and the Meuse rivers, it drained one of the world's most densely populated areas. As a waterway, with its numerous branch canals and navigable tributaries, it served an area including the agriculturally important Flanders Plain, the Belgian textile centres, the coalfields of northern France, and the industrial complex of Lille-Roubaix-Tourcoing. The estuary formerly had two channels, the Oosterschelde and the Westerschelde, divided by the islands of Noord, Zuidbeveland, and Walcheren. However, in 1866 the Oosterschelde was sealed off by a dyke carrying the railway to Vlissingen in the Netherlands. The outlet between Zuidbeveland and Walcheren was closed by a dyke, and now the only connection to the Oosterschelde was via Zuidbeveland Canal. Today the river therefore continued into the Westerschelde estuary only, passing Terneuzen to reach the North Sea between Breskens and Vlissingen. A channel in the Westerschelde, with a minimum depth of 7m, allowed ocean-going vessels drawing up to 10m to reach Antwerp at full tide.
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Looking Down Stream Along the Schelde River
    The Schelde estuary had always been of considerable commercial and strategic importance, and the Schelde once formed the border between France and the Holy Roman Empire. Under Spanish control in 1585, the Dutch Republic took control of Zeeuws-Vlaanderen, a strip of land on the left shore, and closed the Schelde for shipping. This shifted the trade to the ports of Amsterdam and Middelburg and seriously crippled Antwerp. The river was reopened in 1792 during the French Revolutionary era. In World War II the estuary once again became a contested area. Despite allied control of Antwerp, in September 1944 German forces still occupied fortified positions throughout the Schelde estuary west and north, preventing any allied shipping to the port. In the Battle of the Scheldt, the Canadian First Army successfully cleared the area, allowing supply convoys direct access to the port of Antwerp by November 1944.
    Those tempestuous times had long been washed away, and now the river slowly and peacefully flowed down to the estuary to meet its destiny in the North Sea. Down below us on a pontoon a gathering of black-suited men stood in pose, waiting for an official wedding photographer to stand them down, when they would be replaced by a group of women in their best dresses, which were starting to cling to them as they slowly got damper.
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Het Steen
    Near our vantage point was Antwerp's castle, known as Het Steen (The Stone), so called because at the time it was built in the 13th century most buildings were still made of wood. The castle was revamped in 1520 under Charles V of Habsburg by the architects Keldermans and De Waghemakere. The statue in front of the castle's gate was once endowed with a conspicuous virile member, but the prude Jesuits disposed of it in the 17th century. Hmm.. perhaps that was chopped off and thrown in the river like the giant's hand. In 1890, The Steen became the museum of archaeology and in 1952 an annex was added to house the museum of Antwerp maritime history, which in 2011 moved to the nearby Museum Aan de Stroom.
    We decided not to enter the castle. Rex wanted to visit the Maritime Museum. Meryl, on the other hand, had seen plenty of maritime museums on the trip so far, and had a burning desire to visit the Fashion Museum. I had no desire whatsoever to visit the Fashion Museum, and I was not straining at the leash to visit the Maritime Museum. A marital dispute opened up which I took care not to get dragged in to. "Why don't we just go and do our own thing and meet up at an agreed venue later on?" I suggested. To cut a long story short, Rex decided safety was the better part of valour, and chose to accompany Meryl to the Fashion Museum, and I went off to visit Rubenshuis.
    After leaving my companions by the entrance to the Fashion Museum I headed across town towards Wapper Street, passing numerous architectural gems and the Toneelhuis, a merger between the Dutch Royal Antwerp and Blue Monday Companie from Ghent. The Toneelhuis offered two theatres in Antwerp: the 19th century Bourlaschouwburg (ca.900 places) and Cinema Tokyo (about 100 seats).
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Hidden Church on Way to Rubenshuis
    In no time at all I was walking down Wapper Street, side stepping noisy groups of school children who were awaiting their next fix of culture therapy, and there it was, surrounded by modern looking buildings, the house of the great man himself, Peter Paul Rubens. He was born in 1577 in Siegen, Germany to Flemish parents. After his father died in 1587, he moved to Antwerp with his mother in 1589. During his youth he studied Latin and classic literature, and painting under Antwerp's leading painters of the time, and at the age of 21 he became a master painter. In 1600, during early adulthood, Rubens travelled to Italy where he studied and became influenced by the Italian masters of the time, as well as by the many traces of antiquity, all of which played a decisive role in his development as a painter. After the death of his mother in 1608, he returned to Antwerp. He remained in Antwerp, where he achieved his breakthrough almost immediately and became the most important artist of his generation.
    In 1610 Rubens and his wife, Isabella Brant, bought a house and piece of land on the Wapper, what is now the Rubens House. He had the building enlarged after his own design, adding a covered, semi-circular statue gallery, a studio, a portico in the style of a triumphal arch, and a garden pavilion. The improvements gave his home the air of an Italian palazzo and embodied Rubens's artistic ideals: the art of Roman Antiquity and the Italian Renaissance. He also assembled an internationally admired collection of paintings and classical sculpture at the house.
    Rubens lived and worked here, not only as a painter, but also as a diplomat, designer of tapestries, architect, maker of prints and illustrations for books, collector, etc. These activities reached a peak during the decade beginning in 1620, when Rubens becomes a genuine figure of renown throughout Europe. Sadly in 1623, Clara Serena, Rubens' only daughter, died at the age of twelve. Yet another tragedy was to follow in 1626 when the artist's wife died during an outbreak of the plague. In 1630 during his diplomatic phase he prepared the peace treaty between England and Spain, and was knighted by King Charles I of England. The painter-diplomat returned to Antwerp and married the 16-year-old Helena Fourment on 6th December. In the last decade of his life, Rubens retired from diplomacy, continued to be an active member of European high society and took on major commissions. He spent happy years with his second wife, and in the final stage of his life owned a charming country estate. In 1640, due to the gout affecting his hands, he was no longer able to work. On 27th May he prepared his last will, and on 30th May he passed away in his house on the Wapper.
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Tonheelhuis
    After Rubens's death in 1640, his second wife, Helena Fourment, continued to live in the Wapper for several years. From 1648 to 1660, she rented the house to William and Margaret Cavendish, who had moved to Antwerp during the English civil war. They set up a riding school in Rubens's former house and it attracted visitors from far and wide. When the Cavendishes left in 1660, Rubens's heirs sold the house. The building is believed to have retained its original appearance until the mid-17th century, at which point it was fundamentally altered. It was restored to its likely original state after the City of Antwerp purchased it in 1937. Later on, after renovation, the former residence of Rubens was opened as a museum. In reality, only the porch and the garden pavilion were the more or less only intact survivals of the 17th century complex. The works that made up Rubens's art collection were now spread around the world.
    I entered the Rubens House in the way Rubens intended: through the main portico that lead to the elegant inner courtyard. I paused to look at the elaborate design of the Italian gable and the Baroque portico, which were in sharp contrast to the traditional building style of the 16th century residence. The impressive portico, designed by Rubens himself, revealed the artist's fondness of classical antiquity and Italian art, and was in need of restoration. Until such time, a wooden structure was in place, supporting the top part of the portico. The portico was one of the few original elements left from Rubens' time.
    Before entering the museum proper, I walked under the portico into the garden. During the restoration that took place in the 1940's, the garden of the Rubens House was completely re-laid. For the large decorative elements, such as the fountain, the wooden doors, pavilion and the pergola, the garden architect was able to refer to paintings of Rubens and his surroundings from visual sources such as Rubens' painting, "Wandeling in de Tuin" (Strolling in the Garden), horticultural data and botanical works. In 1993, the garden was given a face-lift and the style of the late renaissance was taken even further. The Rubens Garden was a rare example of this style. It was also certain that newly discovered plants were present in the garden, such as the sunflower, tulips, the fritillary and potato plants, which were imported as decorative plants from the New World. Orange, fig and other fruit trees were also to be found here.
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Rubenshuis on the Wapper
    The Rubenshuis housed a collection of paintings, some by Rubens himself, some by his contemporaries and apprentices. The paintings were displayed throughout the house. I entered the museum via the parlour, and immediately latched on to two prints by Jacob Harrewijn, the oldest known pictures of the house. They were commissioned by the then-owner, the canon Hendrik Hillewerve, who wanted to showcase the house's most impressive features. The additions designed by Rubens - the portico, the studio, and the garden and pavilion - figured prominently; the rest of the property was literally left in shadow. These prints formed the basis for the building restoration undertaken in the 1940s. I was amazed at how much space there was surrounding the house in those early times, almost like a country estate. A door took me into the kitchen, dominated by a large open hearth in late-Gothic style. The walls were decorated with tiles showing animated scenes. All kinds of kitchen utensils, such as jugs, pots and majolica made it fully equipped.
    Smartly stepping through the serving room, I arrived into the dining room, I came eye to eye with Rubens. In comparison with his North-Netherlands contemporary, Rembrandt, Rubens painted remarkably few self-portraits. Rembrandt painted around forty; Rubens just four. Another difference with Rembrandt is that Rubens always presented himself in his self-portraits as a confident and distinguished gentleman, never as a painter. The other three self-portraits were painted by Rubens as commissions or were intended as gifts. The painting in the Rubens House was probably intended for use in the studio, as a model which his assistants could copy. This painting is traditionally dated around 1630. Rubens was then fifty-three. Besides his famous self-portrait, the portrait of his second wife, Helena Fourment, also hung here.
    Adjacent was the Kunstkamer (art room). Like other wealthy Antwerp citizens, Rubens was a passionate collector. His art collection was the biggest in 17th-century Antwerp. The large part of his collection consisted of classical sculpture and Italian and Low Countries painting. For example, he owned a collection of antique sculptures as well as major works by Titian and Van Dyck. Most of Rubens' collection was also exhibited in his time in this impressive art gallery. In all probability, his art room looked very much like the one that appears on the elaborate painting of Willem Van Haecht. The canvas shows the collection of the rich merchant, Cornelis van der Geest. What is so remarkable about this painting is the enormous number of canvases that are displayed in the room together with other objects such as sculptures, drawings, coins, books and measuring instruments.
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Elegant Inner Courtyard, Original Portico in the Centre
    A flight of stairs took me up to the master bedroom, though no articles remained to indicate it had been a bedroom. It was given this name in the assumption that this was where Rubens slept, and according to tradition, the artist died here on 30th May 1640 following debilitating attacks of gout. In the small bedroom next door, the most striking picture that caught my attention was that of a young boy on his death bed. With the high infant mortality, parents often did not have the chance to have their child pose for a portrait in life. In that case there was always the option of commissioning a portrait after the child's death. The child in this portrait was probably a boy, given the length of the hair. In his right hand he was holding a branch of laurel to protect him from evil spirits, while his left hand clutched a flower. Individual cut flower buds symbolised an early death, and the image was used in poetry of the period as well as painting.
    Passing through a door brought me into the linen room. Linen was a major part of a woman's dowry and was considered a status symbol, a visible sign of the family's prosperity. One of the most important duties of the lady of the house was to take care of the linen and ensure that it was properly stored. The linen cabinet and linen press therefore occupied a prominent place in the interior of any home. The linen was generally washed and bleached outside. After it had dried, it was starched and ironed on an ironing table covered with a soft woollen cloth. Finally, the carefully folded linen was fed into a heavy linen press and formed into a pattern. In the 17th century, meals were never had without a tablecloth. Its quality, the pattern and the visible folds were indicative of the wealth and status of the family. These folds were made by the linen press, which had a prominent place in the 17th-century household.
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Rubenshuis Renaissance Garden      (please use scroll bar)

    The corner room (on the corner of the building of course) contained a portrait of the young Antoon van Dyck, the most talented of his many apprentices and assistants. Rubens painted this intriguing work shortly after Van Dyck came to work in his studio. Another noteworthy painting was of the wealthy lawyer, classicist and collector, Nicolaas Rockox, one of the most prominent men of 17th century Antwerp. The family room contained small portraits of Rubens' grandparents on the wall.
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17th Century Garden Pavilion
    Returning back downstairs, I made my way to the large studio. In this room, the biggest part of Rubens' oeuvre came into being. Rubens was the most famous painter of his time and he was swamped with commissions. In order to meet the considerable demand for his work, he was forced to operate a well-organised studio. Pupils, assistants and fellow artists helped him to produce more than 2,500 "Rubens paintings". This was not an unusual situation during the 17th century. It wasn't the final execution of the artwork that was important, but the design. The artist was able to leave the practical execution of it to his studio. Of the works on display were: The Annunciation, Henry IV at the Battle of Ivry, Farmers Going to Market, The Feast of Saint Martin, St Sebastian and Two dogs in a Pantry.
    I had probably spent longer at the museum than I ought to; Rex and Meryl would surely be hanging around for me now. So I left the museum with no real feel for the building as it had been in the 17th century, after all apart from the portico and pavilion, little remained of the original decor. But my mind was greatly enriched by a vast increase in my knowledge of the artist, his works, and his standing within the city and country, not only as an artist, but also in his other endeavours such as diplomacy; a truly great man.
    I met up with my pals, my elation from my visit to the museum totally washed out of me; I was drenched like a drowned rat. The pair had indeed been hanging around for me, and by all accounts they had really enjoyed the Fashion Museum. Antwerp had earned a place among the fashion cities of the world thanks to the efforts of numerous young Flemish fashion designers. Most famous were "The Antwerp Six", six designers all of whom graduated from the Academy in the early eighties: Ann Demeulemeester, Martin Margiela, Dries Van Noten, Walter Van Beirendonck, Dirk Van Saene and Dirk Bikkembergs were all established fashion names. Between them they had made Antwerp a regular stopping-off place for the fashion world between Paris and London. They had been followed by new waves of designers, including Kaat Tilley and An Vandevorst, Bernard Willems, and Raf Simmons.
    We made our way down the Meir towards the train station. This was the busiest shopping street of the city, stretching from Onze-Lieve-Vrouwekathedral to Central Station. The large avenue was traffic-free and invited thousands of people every day to a pleasant shopping stroll in a beautiful historic surrounding. The Meir was lined with Rococo-style buildings. Two of them, designed by architect Van Baurscheit and built around 1745, particularly stood out: the Osterrieth House, now the seat of the Paribas Belgium bank, and the Koninklijk Paleis (Royal Palace), which was used, among others, by Napoleon and was also the former Royal Residence of the Belgian Kings.
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Rubens Self Portrait (1630)
    We made a brief stop at the Koninklijk Paleis. This Royal Palace on the Meir was renovated some years ago and currently housed: a fine dining experience, a fancy interior store, an over the top party location and, last but definitely not least, The Chocolate Line. The man who started The Chocolate Line was Mr Dominique Persoone, who started out in Bruges, became world-famous in Belgium and opened this second store in Antwerp. He designed a chocolate inhaler for The Rolling Stones, and made chocolates on demand for restaurants with a star or two. He grew his own cocoa beans somewhere in Mexico, and wrote a few books about chocolate. Inside we browsed in the factory kitchen, looking through a window to watch a bored worker slowly removing chocolate shapes from moulds and laying them out onto trays; as exciting as watching paint dry. The shop was adorable, the variety of chocolate shapes amazing and a smell to die for.
    The train back to Ostend was crammed with shoppers; the Antwerp summer sales were certainly very popular. The subject of impending foul weather conditions occupied our conversations again. Currently the seas were not good, but new lows were rolling in which threatened sailors with much more dire problems for trying to negotiate the North Sea. We were being hemmed in to a single window of opportunity, a dash for it on the 7th July. Despite Rex's protestations after our grim journey from Tollesbury to Vlissingen, and vows that he would never do such a 24 hour voyage across the North Sea again, it looked as though we would have to undertake such a return journey.
    Meryl needed to book a train ticket from Ostend to London via Brussels for the 7th July, and as soon as we alighted at Ostend, she set about booking the ticket. The process seemed to take an age, "..... yes, you can book a ticket here, but sorry, we have a computer hitch and cannot make the booking at the moment.... ," was the clerk's offering. "We have technical hitches in Britain," piped up Rex with his typical irrepressible humour. Only the faintest crack of a smile could be traced on the clerk's face. He suggested Meryl return in an hours' time when the glitch might have been fixed.
    On that note we took a short meander into town, stopping to watch a yacht passing through a bridge on its way to the Mercator Marina. A marquee was spotted down a narrow road, and out of curiosity we headed towards it. The lane opened out into Sint-Paulusstraat and a small square with two such marquees inside it; we had actually stumbled upon a small beer festival. Tables and chairs were packed into the area, populated by a mixed crowd in animated conversation who were all drinking from small glasses. A pub, 't Kroegske, that was totally covered in gaudy paint and murals stood on one side of the square, and occupying pride and place on a plinth in front of the pub stood a large flat screen T.V.. Those chairs nearest the screen were arranged in an arc. Yes, Belgium were playing in the World Cup tonight.
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Ostend Beer Festival      (please use scroll bar)

    Entering into the spirit of things, we paid our monies and collected tokens which we could exchange for small glasses of whatever beers we chose. Having need of a bathroom, I ventured into the pub, the bar of which was down a rickety flight of stairs. A huge gorilla of a man topped by a mop of long grey hair, matched by a flowing grey beard, stood behind the bar. He was engaged in some unintelligible banter with a middle-aged customer of medium build, adorned with tattoos, and sporting a rather sturdy steel dog-collar around his neck with enough chains dangling down from it to anchor a yacht. Gulp!
    "Can I use your toilet, please?" I enquired as I climbed halfway down the stairs. Dog-collar man turned around, gave me a crooked smile, and pointed me to a dark hole at the side which disappeared into what I guessed would be a version of Hades. I nodded, smiled, uttered, "Dank u wel," and followed his pointed finger.
    I discovered another giant lurking around the corner. I couldn't quite make out this character in the non-existent lighting, but noted that he was huge and I thought I caught a glint of teeth. He pulled back a curtain and I entered. Surprise, surprise, it wasn't Hades at all. At the far end of a corridor I could make out a small courtyard with a couple of tables and chairs, the whole scene being daubed in a sunny coating of yellow paint. The toilet was a single-sex cubicle, perfectly clean. What more could I ask for?
    Back in the square the game was in full swing. Rex could not understand why the Belgian fans here, most of who were not adorned in national colours (unlike the Dutch), did not give much verbal support or commentary. Rex was all for dancing on tables. Fans would occasionally disappear into a tandoori take-away business on a corner of the square, and emerge with trays full of frites. Two old dears on a nearby table scoffed through a mountain of frites, yattering away and paying no attention to the big screen.
    We sampled a selection of ales while Meryl returned to the train station. Her journey had been successful and she brimming with smiles and waving her ticket at us on her return; another beer to celebrate. The game eventually ended with Belgium losing 1:0. All the Belgian fans applauded, which Rex found utterly confusing.
    We made our way to a restaurant and enjoyed a meal while watching a commotion of police cars and ambulances hurtle their way over wet cobblestones to the train station. Trouble after the big match perhaps?
    It was raining cats and dogs when we left the restaurant, and we opted to take a tram from the station up to Dokter Eduard Moreauxlaan road near our marina, exchanging a few unintelligible pleasantries with a drunk at the station. When we got back to Duonita, it was a case of having to wring out our clothes.
    It was cold, windy and very wet when we settled down for the night. Two large dredgers had moored close to our small yacht harbour, and a steady drone was emanating from one of them. About a minute after our heads hit our pillows, an almighty din struck up from one of the ships; they had just started to unload its ballast. Hey-ho.


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