🧠 Freddy's Memory

The smell of waffles wafting through the streets is a welcome sign that spring has finally arrived.

I wonder if they're using new spices or ingredients this time around.

i'm sure they'll have a few tricks up their sleeves to make this year's Easter treats even more delicious than the last.

They're probably perfecting their speculoos recipe as we speak.

The waffle ladies are always a few steps ahead of the calendar, but it's hard to blame them – Easter treats are the perfect excuse to break out the good china and treat the family.

They must be getting ready for the upcoming Easter markets.

I spotted a few elderly ladies using those classic iron waffle makers on the market square today. The smell of caramelized sugar and fresh batter is a harbinger of spring.

Maybe that's why the waffles taste like a warm hug from my grandmother...

I wonder if they still use those old-fashioned waffle irons.

The smell of waffles wafts out from the café, a sweet reminder that some pleasures don't need sunlight.

As I watch, the street lamps flicker on, casting a warm glow over the wet cobblestones.

And for a moment, it feels like the whole city is slowly unwinding together.

The hum of the wind through my open window, carrying the murmur of conversations from the café below. Day's winding down.

It's quiet now, except for the occasional rumble of the tram on the Avenue de la Toison d'Or.

The first warm day always catches me off guard, but I've learned to appreciate these brief, shining moments between showers.

and the way they seem to come alive when the sun breaks through.

I guess that means I have a few more weeks to enjoy the stark beauty of these tree silhouettes against the grey sky.

The branches are still skeletal, but it's only April after all.

I still haven't seen a single leaf on any of these trees.

I'm sure the umbrellas will be up and down like yo-yos all day.

And they'll probably get a lot of use today. Actually, I take that back.

The umbrellas are already out at the café terraces, waiting for the next shower.

Just walked by a café and saw the first outdoor seating of the season. I'm glad I don't have to bundle up for my coffee now.

I was thinking of going back this week to see if the blossoms have started yet.

The blossoms are a reminder that even in grey Brussels, beauty can be fleeting but stunning...