If, like me, you’re routinely pretty shocked with some of the seemingly arbitrary but incredibly high prices of certain food items in Belgian supermarkets, you need to get to the abattoirs market at Delacroix. Quick step!
Another weekend, another brunch.
A couple of weekends ago I was feeling especially delicate on a Sunday. The night before had been Brussels’ annual ‘Nuit Blanche’- a ‘sleepless night’ in French. It’s always one of my favourite nights of the year when dozens of art/dance/music/drama/interactive/younameit shows take place in one area of Brussels.This year’s offering did not disappoint.