The old ball and chain was off doing some work in France, and on one of his days off, he made a jaunt to Belgium. Although I never read Tintin as a kid, Sumeet devoured the stories, and whenever we see a little street-art paean to the plucky young Belgian reporter, we are sure to whip out our cameras like the schlocky tourists we are. I suppose the Tintin love written across Brussels is a consequence of the fictional reporter being a native of Belgium?
Of course, not everyone is apparently a fan:
