It was the days between Christmas and New Year. When everybody wraps up warmly and goes out to town to look for friends, items on sale, or mulled wine. When the bleak weather is easily rescued by good company as work is not on everybody’s mind.
When the christmas tree was still relatively much alive while most around it was winter dead in the dead of winter.
But even bleak Brussels felt warm because of holiday cheer. That, and a few hot waffles and a ride on the ferris wheel.(Brussels, Belgium; December 2016)
April 9, 2017 at 7:56 pm
Spent a brilliant family Christmas in Brussels 3 years ago, markets, an ice rink in one square and the brilliant night time light show. Wouldn’t go now though!
April 9, 2017 at 10:17 pm
There were so many guards and security measures, just like in Paris (after the attacks there). If that is what you refer to, that is.