Everyone was more excited about Belgian chocolates than the country itself. It also didn’t help that everywhere we looked, there were sweets and waffles displayed enticing us hungry tourists.
The Grand Place charmed me more than any confectionary stand. The gothic architecture which surrounded the square stood proud like a giant fortress of sea rocks. Bright yellow lights accentuated thorn-like facades and our eyes were blinded by a thousand lit arches. It was grand indeed, something out of a dream filled with sugar.
Listening to : Captured by Bic Runga
<3: Belgian Chocolates
=( : work haha