Grim tho' the citadel was, the view was worth the climb. The cable cars weren't running because of high winds so more calories lost.
We are moored in front of the white boat, looking insignificant as usual.
The Meuse winds its way on to France but we stop just before the border, turn easily in this wide river and retrace our way back in to Belgium and towards Flanders.
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