Avenue de l'Hippodrome, Ixelles, Bruxelles. Old base. Pâtisserie on the left at the traffic lights baked the best croissants and Grillé aux Pommes. Tracks on the road took some negotiating when on the bike - especially in the rain. Rattling old style trams, crackling flashes from the trolley pole connection breaking with the overhead wires, metallic screeching of the wheels on the tight turn to the terminus on the right. The girl who lived in the apartment above mine was a tram driving. Sometimes she would give me a late night lift in her empty tram from Place Flagey on her home run into the terminus.
Cafe Belga. Place Flagey, Ixelles, Bruxelles. Opened after I left Bruxelles. Had it been open when I lived there...
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