And here's that noble Roman soldier immortalized in bronze, holding the giant's severed hand and preparing to throw it into the river. Toward the bottom of the fountain (not seen in this picture) is the mortally-wounded giant, with "blood" spurting from the stump where his hand used to be. There are allusions to this bit of folklore throughout the city of Antwerp, so beloved is the story here. Truth be told, however, scholars suggest that the city's name comes instead from a Flemish phrase meaning a place of slightly higher ground. I like the giant story better, or should I say the, errr, tall tale? OK, I haven't made a pun in several blog entries, so do bear with me and keep reading ...
I arrived at the beautiful Antwerpen Centraal train station at close to 11:00 AM. Built at the turn of the twentieth century, it follows generally the Victorian style and it's really a tourist destination in and of itself. A twenty minute walk through more modern Antwerp brought me to the old town square.