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All our destinations centered around the market square, so we returned here after each tour for refreshment and review of our itinerary. The elegant, antique Hilton Antwerp and the three-story McDonald''s were great coffee stops, as well as good vantage points for photos of the lively square. At the center market, the statue of Peter Paul Rubens reminded us of the influence of one actual man, while the fountain and statue of Brabo confirmed that the unreal, too, exerted its force -- or had been replaced with the budding of humanism.
In the summer, the fountain is surrounded by a carpet of flowers, but in frigid December, the cobblestone glistened with a thin layer of frozen crystals. In this mirror, the Town Hall reflected its Renaissance facade of animated whimsy. Every set of windows was flanked by attached half-columns and the entire fourth-floor was faced with columned portico. Balustraded balconies, arched insets of statuary, and applied coats of arms decorated the extended center, topped with a stepped-up cupola protruding high above the concave roof. The building reminded me of Rubenshuis. (Built in 1565, it predated the master by 12 years, but he was impressed enough with the Italianate features to reproduce them in his own home.) Inside, one can view the magnificent domed, frescoed stairway that replaced the inner courtyard in 1880, as well as other rooms with remarkable decoration.
Features of the Town Hall are repeated in the guild houses, their stepped-up facades decorated with ornamental stone candles and statuary. As the sky darkened, their forms displayed Christmas lights, which reminded me to shop! A store right on the square had a few cheap prints and a very friendly owner, who spoke English. We lingered a while as he described all we had missed around this square full of surprises. Indeed, one day was not enough for Antwerp! Attractions down every side street could keep one busy a while.
Hilton Antwerp, there on the square with lively dining visible just inside the door, begged us to stay and see more tomorrow, and the ice rink looked inviting, too. Looking up, we saw the ever-present golden clock on the tower of the Cathedral insisting that we depart soon for Brussels. (See my journal: "Six Train Rides out from Brussels.")
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A Day with Rubens in Antwerp