Listed as having a famous estaminet (a Flanders cafe/bar/bistro), a windmill and most importantly a water point for motorhomes, we headed for this town. The estimanet was full and the windmill was outshone by a group of women practising a dance that would be appropriate in a carnival parade, maybe. The square was pretty enough; the cobbles rattling our van and contents about. Signage in Belgium is intermittent at best. White writing on blue signs on major roads direct you to varying destinations. But on small roads or in towns they are nowhere to be seen. So we got a bit lost but found the parking after traversing huge stretches of cobbles.
We'd been on water rations for a day or so. We only carry about 30 litres when full which lasts almost comfortably three days if we're reasonably careful. Obviously no flushing toilet and no shower helps! But we'd not found a fill up point for a while and we were anxiously watching our reserves diminish to less than 5 litres, the washing up was piling up in the bowl and we were eating food that required the least water added. Cassel had a service point.and we paid the 2 Euros for the activation token at the tourist info. Usually when I speak French, they switch to English quite quickly. On this trip no one has! So I listened hard to the directions and we decided to walk there to check them out. A wrong turn in a van in this sort of town can be difficult with narrowing streets and one way systems. The chap definitely did not tell us it was down the huge hill and outside the city limits. We traipsed back to the van after our long walk and in the van we were promptly blocked by a low bridge. The one way system would not allow us back into town so we ended up driving ages in the unmarked countryside trying to find the way back into town. We did it, rattled across cobbles in the square and got to the service point. Which didn't work! Out of time, we bought 5 litres of water from a supermarket and knew that tomorrow would be all about water.