BELGIUM | Monday, 24 Jun 2013 | Views [387]
I order my Lambic Blanche from the red faced waiter who shakes off the waves of lazy customers. My hands are chilled as I cup my pint, a white foamy mustache lays on my upper lip, freshness follows.
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