Belgium

Belgium is a tapestry best explored slowly, each thread revealing flavor, art, or memory. In Brussels, the Grand Place glimmers with gold at twilight, guildhalls rising like a stage set for history. Beer is poured in cellars, pralines melt in ateliers, waffles crisp on corners — indulgence everywhere, yet never hurried. In Bruges, canals mirror spires, swans glide beneath stone bridges, and the Belfry tolls over a marketplace once alive with merchants. Ghent brings contrast — the mystic glow of Van Eyck’s Adoration of the Mystic Lamb in St. Bavo’s Cathedral, then laughter spilling across quays where students gather in cafés.Antwerp dazzles — Rubens’ canvases glowing in Baroque churches, diamonds glittering in shop windows, fashion studios reimagining lace and linen for new centuries. Yet in abbeys and breweries, monks craft ales with patience, each sip carrying centuries of devotion.Chocolate binds it all — pralines filled with praline cream, truffles dusted in cocoa, bars rich with spice and fruit. Master chocolatiers invite you to create, taste, and understand — indulgence as heritage.Beyond indulgence lies remembrance. In Flanders, battlefields whisper stories of sacrifice. Poppies bloom across Ypres fields, the Last Post sounds beneath Menin Gate, silence carrying more than words ever could.Belgium’s rhythm is gentle, unhurried, rich in detail. It is in lace threads, in cobbled lanes, in carillons that drift like lullabies over rooftops. To wander here is to live between indulgence and history, grandeur and intimacy, always with taste of chocolate or beer lingering on tongue.