We lived in a beautiful flat which was luxurious for two when we arrived and rather cramped for five when we left. It was round the corner from my previous flat in Brussels. I often passed it with the children thinking that I never imagined when I lived there that I would some day be strolling past the building with my children. That is very inelegantly expressed but you know what I’m trying to say here; life is weird.
I started my blog in that flat so it is obviously of great significance – also very well documented.
I think we really have left Brussels for the last time. Our memories can be constantly refreshed by the truckload of coffee table books about Belgium of which we are now the proud owners. When you leave a country forever, your friends and your colleagues give you coffee table books. Even when it’s the third time you leave forever.
I’m quite relieved that I have nearly reached the end of my list as I am very depressed by the lack of comments. No, it’s not like I’m begging you, really.