I started my holiday thinking I was about to blown to bits, as a whole range of bags, minus owners sat next to me in the sun just outside Kings Cross. Mindful of security I wandered back into St. Pancras to report it only to be told that they did not deal with Kings Cross or have any means of contacting security in Kings Cross. How, reassuring to know, that in a crisis the security guards are on top of things! I was genuinely pleased to get away despite a short delay and for no ghastly news stories from the UK cut across the screens in Brussels.
Despite an hour's delay waiting for permission to enter the tunnel, it still seemed a miracle to get on a train in the UK, that I come out shortly afterwards in another country. I am still beating myself up about why I have not travelled like this more before. Anyway, Brussels was at its sunny best and as I was in town earlier than expected, I not only got to enjoy a lovely vegetarian shawarma, I also managed to spend two hours getting lost on the way back to the hotel so saw most of what I had come to see at least provisionally.
Several things had come together to initiate this visit. One I wanted a break and realised I could get a cheap ticket somewhere, two where I hoped to go to did not come through, three that gave me the chance to think about revisiting somewhere I had not been to in a long time, four I have been meaning to go to Brussels ever since a friend moved there and ever since meeting someone with a rather lovely hotel there and five, when I visited 40 years ago I failed to see the Palais Stoclet. So number one on my agenda the next morning was to head out to Montgomery area where I was greeted by this wonderful sight.
After that everything was literally downhill, I found another Art Nouveau gem, stopped for coffee in a park near the European Parliament building, sheltered there during a downpour, continued past the Royal Palais and was able to get an earlier train than expected to Antwerp and part two of the holiday.