Jessie and I set out for the bus ... Rivierenhof perhaps but maybe the port area and a wander through the back streets into the city.
Somehow, and neither of us can recall the conversation precisely but we ended up on Bus 33 bound for MIddelheim - my favourite open-air sculpture park in the world.
I can't help myself, no matter how many times I go wandering there, there are always new photographs found.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
The port is nice too. It's so funny to see between all the big buildings, some small ancient little churches of towns which once were.
ReplyDeleteYou should go to Kallo, i think it's called. Ancient Belgium, meets the new world.
Left Bank ... hmmm okay, I'll get my Belgian bloke onto it :)
ReplyDeleteI guess I meant het Eilandje, still now I know about Kallo. Bedankt.