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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?


Charlie made himself a little space in the dense, happy crowd, and he danced. Amélie grabbed a rainbow-colored garland, and then slumped into Charlie’s abandoned buggy, arms crossed and scowling because she couldn’t see the stage. The music boomed. Confetti flew through the air. The crowd swayed. And then we stood still and quiet for a minute to think about those who have suffered simply because of who they loved. The music started up again. The crowd cheered and clapped. We climbed up onto a wall to watch the floats go by. Charlie was given a lift on a stranger’s shoulders. The sun came out, briefly, and then disappeared again. Brussels Gay Pride 2012

10 August 2012 - 6:21 PM Teresa - Different, yet the same. Kinda what the day was about and what your photos show. Beautiful.

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