I was possessed by the desire to go to Brussels on Sunday last week, and in a fit of unusualness, found myself on a plane to that city, Thursday afternoon. That city. It was Berlin or there where my decision to live rested, a bit over a year ago. Here became home, yet the curiosity of the other place remained. Much dance to be found there, and also beautiful Gala, with whom I spent four rather fun, occasionally drunk, always well-fed and -slept, one ballet class, much eating, much more walking, talking, chocolate, coffee (despite my current absence from that)…
Photos and words follow. And though I write and post these from Sunday night and into the next week, they are dated as they occurred.
