With no especial legends of marchings or triumphs or duty,
Assuredly that is the way of it,
The way of beauty. . . .
And that is the highest word you can find to say of it.
For you cannot praise it with words
Compounded of lyres and swords,
But the thought of the gloom and the rain
And the ugly coated figure, standing beside a drain,
Shall eat itself into your brain:
And you will say of all heroes, ‘They fought like the Belgians!’
And you will say, ‘He wrought like a Belgian his fate out of
And you will say, ‘He bought like a Belgian
“Antwerp” Ford Madox Hueffer, 1915
Northern beauty which origin is issued from a legend, Antwerp keeps the character of its splendor and fate. The richest city in Europe in XVI century, homeland of renowned artists and scientists, and a fierce fighter for the independency, Antwerpen has the magnetism of cities which gained their place in the history.
You get impressioned by the city from the first sight, when you arrive to Antwerpen Centraal, which you do not know is whether a railway station, or actually a palace. Newsweek described it as a “train station as grand as journey”, and rates it as fourth best train stations in the world (behind St. Pancras in London, Grand Central Terminal, in New York, and Chhatrapati Shivaji in Mumbai).
Hmm, Kaasstraat…ja, dat is goed…wanna live there 🙂