Rodin and Brussels

Here’s a little distraction from bad health (mine and the world’s): a bit of art history for your Monday. Last week, I was mooching around Paris waiting for my fellow travellers to arrive. Although it was minus 5 degrees, the sun was shining, I had many layers on and an hour to kill, so I…

The week when I…(2)

Wouldn’t the return to school have been much easier if we all had chocolate pencils from Leonidas? I should have written something in between this week’s summary and last week, but instead I: Wrote: a Brussels food and drink guide for TheTaste (thanks to Erica for putting in a word for me). There are so…

I Feel the Earth Move: Coudenberg

Listen, I’ve got a secret. I didn’t realise it was a secret, but after almost eight years in Brussels and no-one telling me to run directly to the Coudenberg museum, the only reason can be that it is highly classified information. So don’t tell anyone else, but get there as soon as you can. The…

Painting by Babies: C. RAMIC Art Café

Autumn. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. And babies. Between 8 September and 8 November this year, four of them are due in my friend circle. Two beautiful boys have already arrived, another baby is due this very weekend and in two weeks, I’ll be in Scotland to help out with the next one. Hopefully that…

Cold: Enclos des Fusillés

Does your apartment overlook a tiny cemetery in Schaerbeek? Do you get ready for work every morning, aware of the plain grey crosses on the other side of the garden fence, but not really affected by their presence? If so, I have to apologise if you glanced up from your breakfast this morning and were…

I Could Have Danced All Night

I don’t know if anyone has noticed the titles of my recent blog posts, but I’ve had musicals on the mind. Specifically, My Fair Lady. In the midst of my quarter/third life crisis of 2014, I got a part in the chorus of this massive BLOC (Brussels Light Opera Company) venture, along with over 80…

Artistic Freedom: René Magritte

To my shame, after all these years of considering Brussels to be my home town, I’ve barely scratched the surface when it comes to the cultural side of life. What better place to start than with the museum dedicated to René Magritte, Belgium’s most famous surrealist artist (more information at the links at the bottom…