The town will play and sing for three days during the Jazz Marathon.
We have just discovered this other face of Bruxelles. Braving the caprice of whimsical Gods of rain so many people gather around the stages, which are set a little everywhere in the centre.
The main square is really the pulsating heart of European towns. I wonder if buildings can have memories, if they can ideally stock impressions of what they have been silent witnesses of, during the centuries.
Do the buildings of la Grande Place like jazz?
As for me I like this heavy and loud sky, so dark blue and so changing.