Hello again, guys! I’m baaaack. I’m not sure if anyone’s waiting for me but I’m just going to let you know that I have a new post for you. If you follow me on instagram, you should’ve known by now that I went to Brussels last week. We had the worst luck during this trip: our bus broke down on the way there, it rained on and off during most of our time there, it stormed in Germany while we were in Belgium which ruined our train schedule and we were pretty much stranded on our way home. But I’m glad we went there, which is something I’d been wanting to do since last semester. It was, all in all, a rather fun albeit seemingly short trip.
This post has been broken down into four parts from the originally compiled post.
Some of the comic murals I spotted (sadly, not the Tintin ones)
This was my day, if anything else. The reason I came to Brussels was mainly because it was the art nouveau capital of the world in the late 19th/early 20th century. It was home to one of the two forefathers of art nouveau, Victor Horta – the other being Paris’s own Hector Guimard. It was his house and atelier that I didn’t get to see the other day so we made a mental note to go there today. Since it’s open in the afternoon, we decided to just roam the town first. We checked out La Boutique Tintin – where I bought myself a stuffed Snowy ♥ – and Belgian Comic Strip Centre – which was also lined with art nouveau goodness. We didn’t enter the centre because it was a little on the pricey side and it wouldn’t be fair because I would be the only one enjoying it. But I was already quite content with the art nouveau abundance and Tintin merchandise. Wish I had known about the Hergé Museum sooner, though.
Hôtel Tassel 2nd floor façade
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Afterwards, we made a beeline for the museum. It was magical, just as I had expected, though a little odd with the guards forbidding us to take any sort of visual representations of the place. Not even a cellphone picture was allowed. Such a shame, you guys just had to be there – or, you know, google the official photos. Man, if that house was on sale, I would live there forever. It was the perfect house! Not only his house, we also saw one of his works – which is also my favourite -, Hôtel Tassel. Sadly, we couldn’t enter it because it’s now the office of the European Food Information Council. Firu and Iva don’t understand art nouveau so they were drained by the energy I gave out – also, I tried to explain but failed miserably. But the amount of art nouveau goodness – even those I only catch in a glimpse – is enough to make me swoon. Man, I think I could be happy in Brussels.
Hello again, guys! I’m baaaack. I’m not sure if anyone’s waiting for me but I’m just going to let you know that I have a new post for you. If you follow me on instagram, you should’ve known by now that I went to Brussels last week. We had the worst luck during this trip: our bus broke down on the way there, it rained on and off during most of our time there, it stormed in Germany while we were in Belgium which ruined our train schedule and we were pretty much stranded on our way home. But I’m glad we went there, which is something I’d been wanting to do since last semester. It was, all in all, a rather fun albeit seemingly short trip.
This post has been broken down into four parts from the originally compiled post.
Some of the comic murals I spotted (sadly, not the Tintin ones)
This was my day, if anything else. The reason I came to Brussels was mainly because it was the art nouveau capital of the world in the late 19th/early 20th century. It was home to one of the two forefathers of art nouveau, Victor Horta – the other being Paris’s own Hector Guimard. It was his house and atelier that I didn’t get to see the other day so we made a mental note to go there today. Since it’s open in the afternoon, we decided to just roam the town first. We checked out La Boutique Tintin – where I bought myself a stuffed Snowy ♥ – and Belgian Comic Strip Centre – which was also lined with art nouveau goodness. We didn’t enter the centre because it was a little on the pricey side and it wouldn’t be fair because I would be the only one enjoying it. But I was already quite content with the art nouveau abundance and Tintin merchandise. Wish I had known about the Hergé Museum sooner, though.
Hôtel Tassel 2nd floor façade
Afterwards, we made a beeline for the museum. It was magical, just as I had expected, though a little odd with the guards forbidding us to take any sort of visual representations of the place. Not even a cellphone picture was allowed. Such a shame, you guys just had to be there – or, you know, google the official photos. Man, if that house was on sale, I would live there forever. It was the perfect house! Not only his house, we also saw one of his works – which is also my favourite -, Hôtel Tassel. Sadly, we couldn’t enter it because it’s now the office of the European Food Information Council. Firu and Iva don’t understand art nouveau so they were drained by the energy I gave out – also, I tried to explain but failed miserably. But the amount of art nouveau goodness – even those I only catch in a glimpse – is enough to make me swoon. Man, I think I could be happy in Brussels.