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<blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 1523696" data-attributes="member: 15640">[ooc : a bit unclear wich library you're going to, I'll assume it's the university library, doesn't make much difference]The weather has turned up nice this afternoon. After some difficulties finding a parking spot, Simon heads out into town. The saturday market is in full business, and people are crowding the streets. The smell of roasted chicken from one of the stands makes your stomach growl in an emberassing way. People are on a general shopping spree, it seems. The noise of their talking and laughter cheer you up after a depressing night. The library is on a large square, as usual in Belgium it's lined with cafés and restaurants. People are sitting outside enjoying the early spring weather, allready drinking their beers and discussing politics, weather, sporst and the women who've opened their summer closet and are showing a fair amount of their &quot;goods&quot;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The library itself is an imposing gothic building, but seems to be recently restaurated, it's interior renewed.&nbsp;<img src="http://www.bib.kuleuven.ac.be/bibc/_img/bibc.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />It's fairly quiet as most students have left town for the weekend, and as you approach the main desk, an attractive young woman looks up, and smiles a genuinly friendly smile at you.
&quot;Goede namiddag, mijnheer, mijn naam is Marlies. Waarmee kan ik u helpen?&quot; &quot;Oh, excuse me sir. My name is Marlies, how may I help you?&quot; she says in that typical south-african-english, as soon as she realises you don't speak dutch.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="DrZombie, post: 1523696, member: 15640"] [size=1][ooc : a bit unclear wich library you're going to, I'll assume it's the university library, doesn't make much difference][/size] The weather has turned up nice this afternoon. After some difficulties finding a parking spot, Simon heads out into town. The saturday market is in full business, and people are crowding the streets. The smell of roasted chicken from one of the stands makes your stomach growl in an emberassing way. People are on a general shopping spree, it seems. The noise of their talking and laughter cheer you up after a depressing night. The library is on a large square, as usual in Belgium it's lined with cafés and restaurants. People are sitting outside enjoying the early spring weather, allready drinking their beers and discussing politics, weather, sporst and the women who've opened their summer closet and are showing a fair amount of their "goods". The library itself is an imposing gothic building, but seems to be recently restaurated, it's interior renewed. [left][img]http://www.bib.kuleuven.ac.be/bibc/_img/bibc.jpg[/img][/left] [left]It's fairly quiet as most students have left town for the weekend, and as you approach the main desk, an attractive young woman looks up, and smiles a genuinly friendly smile at you.[/left] [left]"Goede namiddag, mijnheer, mijn naam is Marlies. Waarmee kan ik u helpen?" "Oh, excuse me sir. My name is Marlies, how may I help you?" she says in that typical south-african-english, as soon as she realises you don't speak dutch.[/left] [/QUOTE]

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