Brussels, a quaint version of Paris (well, minus the Louvre, the Centre Pompidou and other miscellanies.) It’s quieter, more bon-enfant, more genuine. Walking in the Foret de soignes and the Bois de la Cambre, you actually breathe fresh air. In Paris, you go out five minutes, and you feel you need a shower. But j’adore Paris nonetheless…
Reveries at the Bois de la Cambre
Family jogging in the Foret de Soignes
Being a kid in a park
Michael with the Apple
Well-fed little boy in the Bois
Just quaint and peaceful…
