Here Comes the Sun!

According to a list compiled in a recent exhibition in the Halles de Saint-Géry, an old market turned into a swish café and exhibition space, this Beatles classic is one of the songs that "Bruxellois" believe best describe the city they live in. I have lived in Wales, where rain and sheep are the two unofficial national symbols and I don't really get what these guys are on about: it rains a LOT here.

I think I might be right in saying, though, that the summer is on its way here: the ice-cream vans ingeniously provided with winter trading by selling waffles have re-stocked their vans with the good stuff. There is even some competition hotting up between ice-cream vendors:

The sun seems to be having a good effect on every generation too; on my way home yesterday, I saw a granny tapping her feet and bopping her head along to dance music blaring from a passing car full of young whippersnappers. Genius.