I was walking around the city this Sunday afternoon, and just when I started thinking of the usual idea that Brussels is a ghost city during Sundays, and when I realized I was getting lost, I found this place:
I was amazed when I saw this very busy Arab street, far from the quiet and gloomy city center on Sundays and holidays. Surprisingly, it led my way back to the apartment. The street is just behind the Noord station, about 2 kilometers away from my place.
To seal this whole Arab experience, I decided to have this for dinner: