Megan was working on her next fashion line. It
would be based around, imaginatively, winter, though at the time
the idea was yet to materialize. What would come to her was that
the first blast of winter across ones face is such an affront
to ones senses that there is a coldness, an icy fragility,
as we wound up calling it.
It was already evening when I called
Of New Zealands
designers, Megan Tuffery has become
more international than her compatriots because she
is truly immersed in a culture other than her own |
and we caught up on our respective news. Parking was at a premium
in this small town, something not made easier by the fact that the
rather sizeable flat was in the centre of the city. Nearby were cafés
and a bar named for Charles Spencer Chaplin.
I told her of the noticeable police presence
and the stunning Palais du Justice. This landmark, with its scaffolding,
is visible from quite a way outside the city and helped me navigate
to her street. The police presence was partly because Brussels simply
has a lot of cops, but second, because there are street protests.
In the case I witnessed, the police had sounded sirens to help refuse
collectors make a U-turn. This charming and helpful Belgian manner
was alive and well, as it would be again in coming days when locals
helped out on those near-impossible tasks of finding parking spaces.
The Palais du Justice would be a destination for
our tour, she said, but the next morning, we would have to make a
shopping trip. It was a chance to get more Nestlé Clusters,
the odd breakfast vice that she introduced me to and one I indulge
in Europe, and see what the shopping experience in the city would
be like. What is it like, living the Brussels of Megan Tuffery?
SUPERMARKET TRIP in Brussels
is entertaining principally because of the mixture of buildings
en route. We found plenty of empty parking spaces, having arrived
at the supermarket at 11 a.m. Announcements inside were made
solely in French over the PA system,
not in Flemish, as we collected the groceries. She might as well
have been a native, having resurrected her schoolgirl
French, getting coins from the checkout for parking. The two of
us got quizzical, but not malicious, looks for speaking
English; Belgians are used to foreigners and do not resent their
presence for a second. The journey was a joy thanks to the architecture
but it should be noted that Belgian traffic is not forgiving. In
Milano and Paris, I had experience and there are plenty of tales
from fellow drivers about how to handle things. Brussels, while
not as manic as the Italian cities, follows French practice in most
circumstances, except for the trams, whose lanes we used to avoid
double-parkers and slower traffic.
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The Maison des Brasseurs, which houses the Brewery Museum, at the
Grand Place. The Museum offers a look at Belgiums proud
history in beer, possibly its most famous product. TOP:
An Asian neighbourhood: looking like Brussels but sounding like
the subcontinent. ABOVE:
Arriving at the Grand Place.
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