Showing posts with label Belgium. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belgium. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 January 2016

24 Hours in Leuven


I'd like to think I have seen a lot of this world, but sometimes long haul takes precedence over places nearby. For instance, I lived in Brussels for 4 years and never went to nearby Leuven. Last week when I was visiting my parents in Holland for Christmas, they took me to this pretty Flemish city, just across the border from my home town. Here's how we spent our 24 hours in Leuven.

24 Hours in Leuven

Thursday, 25 September 2014

La Fabrique in Brussels

La Fabrique in Brussels

I found La Fabrique in Brussels by chance while wandering aimlessly around the pleasant St Gilles neighborhood. I needed to kill a few hours before the Victor Horta museum opened, so I decided to have an early lunch at this cosy lunch spot.

Thursday, 18 September 2014

Victor Horta Museum in Brussels


Victor Horta Museum in Brussels

As ugly as I think Brussels is, it's got some hidden gems here and there. One of the them is the Victor Horta Museum in St Gilles.

Saturday, 10 May 2014

Baarle A Town in Two Countries

Baarle A Tale of Two Towns

Baarle is a town in the south of the Netherlands. It's located in the southern province of Dutch Brabant not far from the Belgo-Dutch border.  At first glance it looks just like any other town in Brabant: There's a church, a town hall, a police station. But then, as you walk along, there's another church and another town hall and another police station. Everything comes in twos; two bus lines, two kinds of traffic and streets signs, etc. When you look down, you'll see white crosses running across the pavement. When you look at the house numbers of residences and shop fronts, you'll see they're flanked by little flags; either red/white/blue or red/yellow/black ones. It's then that you realise that something weird is going on here.

Baarle A Tale of Two Towns


Baarle A Tale of Two Towns

As I said Baarle is a good 6km from the border, but the town is divided between Belgium and the Netherlands. Baarle-Nassau is the Dutch part and Baarle-Hertog is the Belgian part. The border, which are those white crosses marked on the pavements, is not a particularly clean cut line, mind you. The map of the two Baarles looks more like a patchwork blanket of Belgian enclaves and Dutch exclaves.

Baarle A Tale of Two Towns

The reason for this is a bit complicated and goes back a couple of centuries, but it all boils down to a deal between the Lord of Breda whose last name was Nassau and the Duke (hertog in Dutch) of Brabant. The duke's neigbour, Dirk VII van Holland, had his eye on Breda. Both the lord of Breda and The duke of Brabant weren't too keen on that, so the duke asked for the lord's help in return for bits of land around Baarle. But not all of the land as the duke wanted to keep some lucrative bits to fill his pockets. The division stayed like that over the centuries.

Baarle A Tale of Two Towns
Dutch town hall


Baarle A Tale of Two Towns
Belgian church

It did cause some issues now and again. When the two countries were split up, so were some properties in Baarle. (Look for the white crosses running to front doors) The area used to be a hotbed of smuggling and during WWI when Belgium was at war and The Netherlands weren't things were a bit unsettling as well. But Baarle is a lot more peaceful these days. Now it's a hotbed of shoppers and gourmands who come here to get the best of both countries. Where else can you have mussels and fries at a Belgian restaurant and finish it off with some Dutch  pancakes next door?

Baarle A Tale of Two Towns

It's the only place in the world where you can enjoy a meal in Belgium while your dinner companion is sitting in The Netherlands. Pretty confusing. But if you're not sure what country you're in, just look for the little flagged house numbers.

Baarle A Tale of Two Towns


Saturday, 16 March 2013

Le Cercueil Bar in Brussels


I'm not a big fan of the Belgian capital, (Sorry Brusselers) but if I had to say something nice about Brussels, it would be that it does have some great bars. But one bar in particular called Le Cercueil, deserves a mention. Not for its trendiness, ambiance or great beer. No, more for its morbidness.

A spooky bar in brussels
photo by elPadawan off flickr
Translated into English this bar is called the coffin, so I guess you know what's coming next. Passers-by are beckoned into this spooky establishment by a skeleton reclining in the window. A purple shroud and a discoloured wreath keep him company. When we walked in, we needed a minute so our eyes could adjust to the darkness of the room which was only list by candlelight and black light. When our vision cleared, we took a bewildered look around.

A spooky bar in brussels
photo by elPadawan off flickr
Tables were non-existent. Punters sat at actual coffins with skeletons peeping back at them. The walls were painted black and decorated by Gothic paintings of graveyards and Frankenstein lookalikes interspersed with  wreaths of flowers you'd generally find at funerals.

Drinks were served from skulls. Not real ones, just fyi. They're massive mugs shaped as skulls. Although they do have normal glassware as well. The drinks vary from regular Belgian beer to wines, but the menu also features an abundance of cocktails with 'enticing' names such as 'the devil's spit, 'a demon's seamen' and 'urine of a cadaver'. Yum.

As morbid as this place sounds, the atmosphere however is not what you'd normally find at a funeral. The people that were there when we were, sounded pretty jovial. We only stayed for one. Because as quirky as we all thought it was, who wants to have a night out at a funeral home?

A spooky bar in brussels
photo by elPadawan off flickr

You can find Le Cercueil at 10-12 Rue des Harengs, Brussels near the Grande Place/ Grote Markt.