A Belgian jazz harmonica player still touring in his nineties, a cone-shaped raspberry sweet whose recipe only a handful of craftsmen know, and Jules Verne read as somebody who guessed the future correctly. This blog is a Belgian writing about what he loves, and the affection carries it.
The sweet gets a proper post. The hard outer shell, the gelatinous inside, the syrup released as it melts, and the warning that it must be eaten within eight weeks of being made or the point of it disappears.
The beaches post runs long and works as a wish list, each one given its history as well as its water, including an island whose ownership passed between three European powers before independence.
Two posts turn to business, on the difference between a personal profile and a page, and on a decision he makes publicly about what he intends to build.
Come here for the Belgian posts. Somebody delighted to be telling you wrote them.