OK, so it’s been two weeks since we spent a weekend in Gent and I’m only now posting these pictures. Above is probably the nicest scene in the city, at left Charlie tucks into a sausage at the Christmas market. Truth be told, Gent wasn’t great, compared with, say, Brugge. But my opinion is no doubt coloured by a nasty stomach bug I had most of that weekend, and the even nastier car crash we saw unfold before our eyes on the motorway on the way there. It was like something out of Nascar or a movie, only it was real people.