It has always rained in Brussels the day before holidays.
It feels like a kind of tradition after so many years.
It feels like a kind of tradition after so many years.
The sky is grey. The feet are wet. The heating is on. Steve McCurry's exhibition will close soon.
You still need to finish way too many things at work before going home packing and sleeping a couple of hours.
And then you go.
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