Despite having lived so many years in Brussels, there are numerous things I’ve never seen or paid attention to. It must be because, when walking in the capital of Europe, one must rather focus on the pavement and pay attention to keeping his shoes clean. This city is full of surprises, I couldn’t agree more.
Picture hunting around Brussels is highly enjoyable, and wandering around with Zoe means even more fun. After many “aaaah, this is so original”, “wow, another mural”, and finally failing to find our way to the Grand Sablon (shame on us both...), we headed towards Toone for a bit of rest. I mean for a drink. Well, we had walked several kilometres and needed both. But the official picture hunting season has just begun, and we'll be out again...
No pics today, although it is Palm Sunday and going to church on such a special day would have been the opportunity to take interesting shots. But I’m afraid I purposefully missed going to church, waking up very late (there you go, I admit it, I am pretty lazy lately).
You see, I have my own philosophy as far as religious matters are concerned. I can enter any church that is open or choose not to go in at all. However, I will be going more than once this Holy Week and will most certainly be there on Good Friday, because, as far as I know, it is the only day a Greek Orthodox is allowed to sing in church and I love that beautiful hymn called “life in the grave”, Ζωή εν τάφο, for those in the know. But it is also a deeply moving ceremony altogether and the main reason for me not wanting to miss it.
Finally, other than Mannekin Bunnies hopping around (Zoe and me, that is), there is also Easter Egg Hunting in sight... Are you also looking forward to it?
15 comments:
"the streets of Brussels are paved with sh*t".
Dick Wittington - compare and contrast.
Oh well then maybe one day I'll take you to the Japanese Tower and Chinese Pavilion. I think you are still to visit, non?
Sur les pavés de la place Sainte-Catherine
Dansaient les hommes les femmes en crinoline
au temps où Bruxelles bruxellait,
"Ζωή εν τάφο"
La vie en ou dans la tombe ?!
Cela permet de savoir que la tombe peut être soit un des jardins du paradis, soit un des fossés...
Très surprenant le parallèle avec "Le monde invisible "et la signification du hadîth !« Nul ne me salue sans que Dieu me rende mon âme afin que je lui retourne la salutation »
now that you mention it dq, I hope you don't mind me calling you dq already, I have seen the Chinese Pavillion. It was on Car Free day!
Not sure what dip-dop-crabtree is saying though - "the streets of Place St Catherine are paved with men and women in seventies trouser fashion? of times of Brussels brusselmilk. A greek bloke fell in a tomb but maybe the tomb is an evening of paradise. Its very like the parallel invisible world that signifies some jewish puddings! no I'll say hello to God when my friend returns my greeting"
I like the last bit, that's deep.
JJ
DQ, -we all call her DQ, of course not, JJ, she won't mind, on the contrary- how do you know I haven't visited those yet, did I mention that before? It's about time then, please show me the way...
JJ, you will also get used to Crabtree's language, he's our beloved French poet. His first lines refer to "Bruxelles" (as it was in the beginning of the 20th century), a very famous song by Jacques Brel. That cartoonist is spot on about this city's pavements (les pavés, hehe...), however, Brel doesn't mention any sh*t in his song. Maybe there weren't as many dogs back then.
Nah, it's not about a greek bloke... I'll be back asap to reply to Dip Dop about that, I first need to do some deep thinking...
Yep Minky, my love, you once left a note to say so. I promise to attend the next bloggers meet so we can make a plan to visit these things one day.
JJ, of course I don't mind you calling me DQ. I am glad you have seen the towers. Its all down hill from there. The peeing boy never quite lives up to expectations. . .
JJ, Dip Dop leaves us wonderful words. Note to self, don't just stick it into google its doesn't quite translate the same. . .
JolietJake ->
In Franglais please,
To be useful to you
Bruxelle at the time of the silent film!
Ô gentes dames du lac,dans mes bras,Oyez jusqu'au bout mon refrain Point n'à perdre l'espoir en vain...
Thank you ,Mkwm ,DQ,
Not Jewish! “Hadith " tradition of the prophet, is an Arab term words or acts considered as examples to follow !!
"Any does not greet me without that God returns me my soul so that I return him the greeting"
This that is more just...
Where in the bible does it mention chocolate eggs? or 6 foot tall rabbits handing out chocolate eggs?
Must be a different version I read?!
Glad you had fun with the photos though....
Good news DQ, I can hardly wait.
Goth Master, I don't think the Bible mentions them. I cant' be sure though, cos it's one of those books I started and never finished.
Did, merci à toi...
Yes because the French connection wa here for the weekend, the Hertfordshire connection are here now and the Sussex lot come after and tomorrow we get to do more of the Coleridbge Way.
What a lark to be let loose with Zoe.
O Great Goth - the chocolate, being rich and luxurious, is eaten to symbolise the end of the fasting of Lent. Of course if you've been pigging out all Lent, it doesn't have quite the same significance.
As for the shapes - springtime is a time for bunnies and eggs.
Right. Easter. Whatever. I prefer to celebrate Floralia in May (instead of Cinqo de Maio) and maybe also the sun reaching its summer position which it mostly has. Where's the beer?
*mmmm* did someone mention choc.o.late. . .
MK, i hope that you're all ready for tomorrow. we went out today and took a few photos - nothing great, although the most exciting one for me was a frog! a real, live frog in my pond. it was quite a young one too.
i fell flat on my face outside the berlaymont building - that building has put a curse on me - whenever i'm near it or have been near it i fall flat on my face.
we also got mixed up with a tiny demonstration shouting against louis michel as he has just been to the congo - and stuff.
my knees hurt.
I'm ready. Since your knees hurt, we'll go bras dessus, bras dessous. A demonstration you say? I presume you got mixed up with the men in uniform...
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