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Wednesday, 30 September 2015

BURDA Wednesday: June 1958, part II

Hello everybody.

Second Burda post coming your way from Brussels. I'm here for few more days and to be honest: it's about time I get back home. Of course, Belgium is a lovely country.. but I miss my language a bit, and the autumn streets of my small town. 

Best cure for feeling homesick:
fashion-infused pages of our dear magazine: 

I say: ever since some genius invented washing machine
women's lives are easier

Bright and airy

Well, emmmm.. this is for those more corpulent ladies,
with busts :)

Makes your cleaning easier?
I suppose it makes your floors shine.

Oh, these are your dance dresses
we don't have dances any more.. sadly.

Look at them - they are illuminating. :)

I would not dare wearing this to a picnic,
it's so precious.

Besideas this adorable "Suwa" detergent advertisement,
take a look at magnificent lady above.

"For a hot day..."

"...a comfortable dress"

"Evidur" is still making detergents.

I'll have what ever she's having
and while we're at it.. I'll take the train-ride, too :)

Like mother, like daughter..
both adorable.

These flower dresses.. 

Nighties for your summer days.

I'm sorry that this post is a bit late.. I've started in the morning.. but since this flat is also my "office", work took time..
Have a great day.

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

In Bruges.

Hello there.

I am taking you to Bruges today.

Click on the map to see larger version

This is what the official site of Bruges writes: "In the 15th century – Bruges’ golden century – the fine arts reached their highest form of expression. Famous names such as Jan van Eyck and Hans Memling came to live and work in the city. Today, you can still admire the magnificent paintings of these world-famous Flemish primitives, standing face to face with masterpieces that were created more than 500 years ago in the very heart of Bruges."
It's true to the last word.

A starting point for us - the metro station 
from Stuyvenberg to Gare du Midi
and onto the train

There's a direct line taking you from Brussels to Bruges, it takes less than one hour. If you are a careful planner, you can take your journey on a Saturday (like we did) and save 50% for a weekend ticket, costing some 15 euros there and back.
The train is surprisingly clean, considering that we took 2nd class, and that the train was packed with tourists heading the same way - so, find your spot fast and sit down for a lovely trip. Looking out the window gives you the view of wonderful countryside.
After leaving the train, things are quite simple. Since it IS a tourist-friendly place, everything is well marked, there are a lot of maps.. but bare in mind that Dutch is the only language in use.

Here we go:

 Lovely chapel, the courtyard is open for public viewing
and inside there's almost always some kind of exhibition.

Thomas Montanus (1617-1685), physician of the City of Bruges, 
is the author of a voluminous treatise on plague, published in 1669, 
and written after an epidemic of plague in Bruges in 1666

 You'd be surprised by the simplicity of architecture, 
and the durability of it all:
this lasts for centuries - and gets walked over 
by thousands of people every single day.

 Main square.

 See "the old"?
Nothing here is ruined by "modernization", and all the structures
have been adapted to fit the overall look.

 What do the regular tourist do?
They take boat rides on the river, and explore the town like that.
This is one of many channels, paths of the route.

Due to the fact that we have chose a Saturday's visit, Bruges was packed with folks (note here: take caution not the get struck by the modern item called "the selfie stick", since everyone seem to be quite liberal with it, and wave around without paying much attention on surrounding people). Standing in line for a boat ride might take up to an hours, so if your visitation time is limited, I'd opt for a regular foot-paths.. we went walking and managed to find a flea-market that sells antiques and souvenirs ; pricey, but if you want a memorabilia from you trip to this "Moyen Âge" town - you can find lovely items out there.

One thing you must surely do here is:

Buy some chocolate!

Naturally, you want to eat waffles, and they will serve them to you in so many different ways, you'll find it hard to decide. They are "heavy" food, so if you're watching your weight, you might want to stick to choosing not to munch on your freshly bought batch of chocolates AND your waffle.

 We chose something else:
went out for coffee and complimentary chocolates, 
and have not regretted it.

There are some unusual  statues in town.
Here's a hint: this one represent the time of the plague
(for all of us, European heritage people, plague was in history books,
for others, you can read about it here.. but it's not a pleasant reading material)

Whenever I see a lion statue, I must take a photo with it
it something I have been doing since I was a child.

Taking a tour around Bruges can last for a whole day. You can, however, take smaller route and spend a lovely afternoon in this magnificent town, making it back just in time for supper. With my colleague's busy schedule, this was what we did. 
It was a complete enjoyment.

A selection for the end:
1. Me, taking coffee in a lovely little coffee-shop that serves chocolate
2. A way of hiding building-work in a medieval town, funny and quirky
3. See: "there and back" for 15,2 EUR.. not bad?

Images are far from the original. If you ever head out for a holiday, if you ever decide to visit Europe, spare some hours and head out to Bruges. We have been advised to do just that, and I haven't regretted listening to that advice.
Bruges is wonderful. Everything is to my liking: it's a pedestrian-friendly town, it has amazing architecture, they make great coffee here and chocolate is divine.

I hope you've enjoyed this little "tour" of mine.
Have a great Tuesday.

Sunday, 27 September 2015

Love Story: Face Value

Hello everybody.

I have for you a chilly-but-sunny Sunday greeting from Brussels. I still haven't braved out the cold, and went outside, because I'm playing "tourist" and having a slow morning. 
That's something I haven't done in  a long time. Usually, by this time, I've done some housework, and headed out to do my Farmer's Market visit (truthfully, by this time back home, I'd be done with market, and having Sunday's dose of coffee & chat in our local coffee shop).

Here's a story that starts out quite rudely. It proves that there are (and, sadly, always will be) people who are shallow, materialistic and oriented solely on physical appearance of a lady.

Take a look:

Remember: this was printed back in 1950s, and plastic surgery was something of a phenomena. Seeing a story like this, tells a lot. This was a way to address all the gals out there thinking that a little bit of "surgical assistance" can make their lives sparkle, heal their hearts and change the way people treat you. I wonder: what is the way we can, nowadays, address this SAME issue to younger generations out there.

Have a great Sunday.

Friday, 25 September 2015

There has been a lot of "first times" for me.. knowing a bit of French helps.

Hello everybody.

This way, my "card" can reach everyone!

My word, I have never thought I'd be sitting in this flat and writing this post from Brussels (sure, I planned for this trip, but it was "in planning" for so long, I almost gave up).

As the title states, these few days, there have been a lot of "first times" for me. Bare with me, I'm a small town girl with reasonably small financial liberty, and my travels usually include a car ride to the capital, a bus ride to Hungary.. never (ever) rode in.. a plane!

It was strange in way, not an unpleasant trip. The ride took some 2 hours, and it felt exactly like the bus does. Actually, I have had much more "turbulent" rides in some buses (bumps, lumps and shaking), but the only time I felt a slight discomfort was the landing - my ears felt the pull-down.
I haven't got a previously inserted fear of flying, but I do know a thing or two about getting lost, so imagine me: first time in a metro-station

Fortunately, people ARE friendly here
(knowing a bit of French helps):
I was "taught" how to handle this "device" and
how not to board to wrong train.

I haven't came here alone. However, my business-cooperate has a different schedule; she works for an associate institution and most of the time I am left on my own (those times that I'm not required to attend a conference, a lecture or a meeting).

Would you like to see what I saw so far?!
I do all my "explorations" on my own, on my two feet. I like to see, smell and taste the place I'm at, and I don't believe you need a guide. Fear of getting lost? Sure, I have it... then again: I got lost - and every time I'd find someone, I'd ask and I'd get directions.

 First stop is Atomium
not only because it's an obligatory touristic site,
but because I live near.

Not many people move deep in the park
I went all over it. Got lost, got my way back, 
and enjoyed an entire afternoon

Then, after showing you some amazing sites, let me be honest: I am, by far, more amazed by all the pretty houses. Each and every one of them - a gem. Take a look:

Painted glass, statues, green arches, art-deco façade.. 
I know it's rude to stare, but I can not restrain myself
the houses are a given!

Hopefully, tomorrow my co-worker will manage to clear out some of her time.table and we'll head out to Bruges. More pictures will surely be made.

Have a great Thursday!

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

BURDA Wednesday: June 1958, part I

Hello everybody.

Today's Burda fashion comes from foggy Bruxelles. I'm prepping myself for a day out; no conferences or meeting scheduled for today; so I am free to explore. My plan for today is a visit to lovely park near Atomium; due to it's size, I'm sure it'll take most of my daily time.

But, before, let's see
what did our Burda staff left for us back in time:

Pardon my lack of words.
I'm wrapping this up and heading out - my colleague needs a sugary food and I need a walk, so I volunteered to brave out the weather and go to a local shop.

Have a great Wednesday.