One of the communes in St-Gilles was having a neighborhood festival, with bands and jugglers and food and beer (Of course! Nothing is done without beer here!) and a flea market.
Then we hit up Chez Moeder Lambic, which is an incredible (and delightful) bar in St-Gilles. It is known for its vast selection or beer. They have a well-stocked cellar of dusty old beers, as well. But it's really just a nice place to sit outside for a spell. Such a nice place, in fact, that Byron didn't even make a face when I took his picture.
Then we wandered and wandered in St-Gilles, came upon the old prison of St-Gilles (which was rather foreboding), and just marveled at the art nouveau architecture.