As I turned the corner I was caught off guard by the beauty that surrounded me as I entered the Grand Place in Brussels. The gold panels along the buildings glistened, and their structures held such elegance. In the midst of the historic big square stood a giant pine tree adorned with elaborate ornaments and hues of Christmas.
Chocolate shops on every corner boasted of truffles made of cocoa butter, fries made best where they originate, topped with tangy andalouse sauce and tourists lined up to see the all too small statue of the Manneken Pis.
Christmas markets lined the streets. A thousand mouth watering scents filled the air; the sweet smell of waffles, strong scent of cheese, the but the most welcoming was the cinnamon infused glühwein ready to warm the huddled up masses from the cold as they witnessed the Christmas lights brighten up the sky as night fell.
If I close my eyes and bite into a speculoos gingerbread cookie, I just might be transported back to Brussels.
Waffle from Le Funamble
Christmas Market in town
Cindy Sunshine 