Brussels, like so many European cities, is best experienced in person rather than through photographs. The Guild Houses that line Grand Place are stunning, yet I most appreciated them in the waning hours of my final afternoon, while finally sitting down for my one and only non-on-the-go meal at a warm and sunny outdoor table.
I am in Belgium on a 52 hour holiday to cheer on the AISV varsity boys in their basketball tournament. In between I am trying to sneak peeks of the city.
An early observation of “Paris’ little sister” (totally my term) is the prevalent and heady aroma of chocolate and waffles. This is not a bad feature at all. The aroma of certain Metro stations (and the aroma wafting from the guest locker rooms at ISB), though, is not a good feature at all.
Other observations while I finish snapping and sorting city photos…
Brussels has a street named for butter! And the good people of this city are not afraid to use it, either.
