This may sound silly and trivial given the gravity of the situation. But I’m trying to make a point here.
A year ago, at Easter, I visited Brussels. I wanted to acquaint myself with the city and, who am I fooling – indulge in Belgian chocolate at the source.
My quest for the perfect confection took me all over the city. I also took time to discover the more substantial stuff – a visit to the European Parliament, an open-air market popular with the locals, and a side trip to make like a queen in a castle at Ghent.
I walked everywhere and used public transit. I was wowed by a place steeped in beauty, history, and political influence. The real heart of Europe.
Brussels has been living under a shadow much of the year. I’m sorry that the sweetness of this Easter there is soured by such tragedy.