PhotoStories | Belgian Bits 
For those who used to follow this blog in its earlier avatar, I know it’s been ages since I posted some real meat (read photographs). But as you now know, it was because I was busy building this new web-home thing. Hopefully, you’ll still come around to have a look at the pictures and tell me what you liked (or didn’t). Here we go.
This time, I’ve brought you bits of Belgium, from a brief trip over Christmas.
I always find it a bit strange to visit a major Christmas celebrating country at Christmas time (with the exception of UK, where I live). Although I do not celebrate Christmas in a big way, Christmas is a pretty festival, for the most part, with the lights and festivity everywhere, but at the essence it’s a festival for being with family, those closest and dearest to you. So when I find myself in another such country on Christmas day, it almost feels like I’m intruding. I’ve only ever been in such a position twice – once, when I was in New York, and this last Christmas when I was in Belgium. Both places were a study in contrast on Christmas day – NYC was bursting at the seams with festivity, Belgium was barren, the streets empty, the Christmas lights twinkling for no one – or perhaps only for people like me.
But it wasn’t all bleak and bare. The sight of a waffle van was all that was needed to cheer me up.