When I was a teen, I used to escape the Belgian suburbs by hopping on a train to Brussels. It was the cityafter all – the city by default. Nevertheless, I held a great deal of prejudice against Brussels, which I thought was definitely too humid and colorless. You see, I was born in Los Angeles but my family moved to my dad’s hometown in Belgium when I was seven. Compared to dazzling LA, Brussels is often said to be boring, dirty and cloudy. Don’t we all somehow expect real cities to be immediately seductive?
Well, Brussels does things differently. She finally won me over, one step at a time, when I moved back two years ago.