Learning new things in Antwerp

 So I learned a colorful new phrase in french, which has delighted my foul mind to no end. “Bouffe ma moule”, which essentially means “eat my snatch”. The story that phrase caùe from is even funnier,but too long for livejournal.

I was shown a place near the old part of the city where they would lock prisoners as the river was reaching flood stage in order to execute them by drowning. It was also downhill from a huge abbatoire of the time. So they would drown in a mixture of river water and animal blood/filth. Europeans have such colorful ways to end things for people.