I lived in the city for three years, and this captures Brussels very well. It is most certainly not New York, or London, or Paris. It has many charms, but it doesn’t reveal these easily. Brussels makes you work for it, like a woman sometimes makes a man work for her affection.
This story brings back memories–getting my hair cut in the Matonge district; the kart race I saw in Saint-Josse; the cab hustling through the dark, empty streets of the EU quarter; sitting outside during the summer in St. Gery. Brussels, I think, never really gets its due as a great, livable city. It’s comfortable–even with the rain, manageable, lived-in, charming. Don’t miss it because of the gray skies.