The other day I walked through a sea of yellow and thanked myself once more for having the good sense to live in an apartment across the park, within walking distance from work. Traversing the park almost every day of the week for the past seven years, has been a calming, refreshing and inspiring transition between work and play. Even in (but also because of) the precarious Brussels weather.
Parc du Cinquantenaire, in autumn
Brussels, 22 November 2015