I told Jake tonight that I was having trouble explaining to people how horrible it was in Brussels. He was glad. He was having trouble explaining it as well. He said, he just remembers looking off to the side while walking down the street and seeing crumbling buildings.
I told him I’ve been telling people to imagine the worst neighborhood they can imagine in New York. “No. No,” he said. “That doesn’t even come close.”
We don’t have many pictures from Brussels. There are two images up on our PhotoBucket site. I have a couple others that don’t really show anything more.
Our hotel in Brussels
Why? It was the only place we went to where we were afraid to have our camera out. London, fine. Cologne, Frankfurt, Paris, pictures taken like crazy. Brussels? We would consider whether we’d need to take a photo, then decide if we felt safe having the camera out. Most of the time, we did not.
Yes, it was that bad.
