Lina Mariakerke Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

Her singin, naked, broken – oof.

Chevaux sur la plage

Let’s not forget the hidden gems – my fave? The tiny café on Averestraat, oh man, they brew a killer cuppa joe. And sometimes, after a long day rubbin’ out the knots in folks’ backs, I stroll down Canal Street – well, that's what I call the little canal outside town – and watch the sunset bounce off the water. Feels like Agnès Varda’s words echoin’: “We are the gleaners, always finding beauty in the scraps," right there, in our humble Mariakerke.

Atelier Vens Vanbelle adds round copper-clad extension to Belgian home