Delivery

At night on the streets of Brussels, under bare bulb illuminated striped awnings, teeny cafe tables perilously balance candles, seafood platters, buckets of moules, mounds of frites and encourage smiling diners to stay a little later, have one more Kriek, share one more story.

The next day that very same street is closed up tight: light bulbs switched off, awnings drawn in, tables gone, sidewalks washed and no one at all on the street.

Save for the delivery man.  Leaving bags of onions and crates of young lettuces and meter long baguettes.  The ingredients to create an enchanting evening all over again.

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3 Responses to “Delivery”

  1. Just realised you’re in/have been to Brussels! Would have loved to meet up and say Hi…….. send a note next time if you’re passing through! Hope you had a good trip and enjoyed it, you had the most perfect (un-Brussels weather!!).
    Lizzi

  2. Oh Lizzi! If I had known! It was glorious there. I loved Brussels! You lucky girl. I will make sure I send you a note next time.

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