The two of us are face to face. We’re having one of our staring contests again. More than three minutes have gone by. Maybe this time I’ll win? Oh no. Can’t help myself. I smile. I failed, once more. Fair is fair: “You get the bread, laddy …”
Parks in Brussels abound. It makes the city one of the greenest capitals in Europe. I love to go for a Sunday stroll in the park of Woluwe – one of four parks laced together by two car roads. Although I’m not particularly fond of car species in a park environment, these park grounds have enough other interesting fauna and flora to make up for that.
This English style park was designed to please the turn of the 20th century bourgeoisie. One century later, the various slopes, grassy plains, big ponds, waterbirds and sequoia trees have not lost their appealing qualities. In winter, I closely inspect the most fascinating fungi. In summer, I play frisbee or kubb or I chill out in the wooden salon made out of tree-trunks. All over the park, dogs are chasing radio-controlled cars, other dogs’ behinds or their own behinds. Beware though. The giant swans will come mighty close and stare at you. But don’t worry, they only want to be fed whatever you’ve got in your hands.
Oh, and there is one car that I don’t mind seeing in the Woluwepark: that waffle truck near the round pond.
