February, grey, windy, rainy and dragging its feet, is almost gone. I am ready for spring but not in the same sad desperate way as last year. Winter has been much kinder this time round, so gentle it gives me worry that something nasty is just lurking round the corner. The Vernal Equinox, the official start of spring, is still a month away...
If you find yourself in Brussels, you should eat here, at Bia Mara. We go there all the time and have since it opened. It has never let us down. The service is friendly and the food is fresh, fast, cheap and most importantly it is delicious. They also have a great selection of Belgian beers.
Um, I kind of love really old fashioned German Konditoreien, we once lived somewhere we hated for far too long but the local Konditorei helped make it a little better. We would go there for the cosy, quaint atmosphere, the delicious homemade cakes and the quiet company of elderly Germans.
These are a few extra shots from this day when I met this cake.
Germany on a drab winter day, washed in a palette of brown, greens and grey. I have a friend who hates January, the way it can drag it's feet and offer little excitement. She feels stuck, suspended between the festive season and a distant spring. For me, it always seems to pass by so quickly, I have more problems with February and it's false promises of warmer days.
Brussels is drab today- cold, grey, rainy and I have a case of the good bye blues after seeing off a friend this morning. It is summer somewhere though.
This is Sydney, in all its sunny glory, from our holiday last July- 24 degrees in winter, yup, 24 degrees. I am not making that up.
We've been to Antwerp quite a bit lately. Visiting kolonel Koffee for a flat white or two is still
my favourite thing to do there.
On the train, in motion, homeward bound, suspended in time between Germany and Belgium.
