After having an astronaut-sized-morsel-of-a-breakfast at the hotel, we walked a bunch and ended up at Parc du Cinquantenaire where a few museums reside. The first was the rare car museum (Autoworld). Max was in heaven; Nick, not so much (you can see him reading his Kindle on the bench). So we split up.
Max and Zoe went to the The Military Museum ...
... and Nick and I bailed, hopped the metro, walked around, and ate lunch on the ever-so-smarmy Rue des Bouchers.
