MB in BE: Antwerp Edition

Friday and Saturday was our whirlwind survey of Antwerp. Lodging in the shadow of Antwerp's single-spired cathedral, we toured a 16th Century printing press where we saw a bunch of Rubens' work AND the earliest known depiction of a potato plant (boo ya!), had some rather exceptional broodjes and some gorgeous baked confections, drank a 27-year-old beer (no foolin'), subjected Myrna to her very first shopping mall, and enjoyed many lazy strolls through the old town. And we put 5 carats in our baby girl's ear. Well, maybe not that last part, but you hafta admit, it woulda been pretty funny.
We had some trouble escaping on Sunday morning, the elevators in the central train station in both Antwerp and Ghent (our next destination) squirreled away and, in one case, simply too confusing to operate. When this girl learns to walk, she's on luggage duty. We've lugged her stroller up and down all nature of staircases now.
Speaking of Myrna, she's been quite the Chatty Cathy the past week. When spoken to, she returns smiles, laughs, and long sing-songy "ooohs." We have several five- to ten-minute conversations with her each day. We're not sure what it is we're discussing, but I'm pretty sure that verbal agreements of this nature aren't legally binding in Belgium. Much of the time, though, she naps.