I saw London, I saw France, I saw Belgium's Petit Prince!

So I was at Brussels Central train station this afternoon, returning from Zaventem because Kelly and Gudrun had a plumber coming this morning and they asked if I could be there to let him in. Anyway, when I got to Brussels I saw a gaggle of police loitering by the exit I was planning to use. I figured it wasn't anything serious as they were standing there looking like they were trading recipies for banana rhubarb crumble, so I smiled and continued on my way. No sooner had I walked through the door but I hear a police whistle coming from the street around the corner. I sat down for a minute to enjoy the fine fall weather we've been having when two cars with black windows and a motorcycle police escort pull up to the door. The police nonchalantly swarm as a few guys step out and shake hands and all with every bit the air of diplomacy. Rather a curious but uneventful show.
About a minute after that some guy comes weaving out of the train station; leans down in front of me grinning and says "I just saw Belgium's Prince, did you?" Well, I suppose I did!
Of course he quickly continued his path round the tree I was sitting in front of and proceeded to void his bladder to the tune of his mixture of humming and whistling. I decided the show was over and it was probably time for me to move, before the urine had a chance to roll downhill 'round the tree.