Wednesday, 14 November 2012


I arrived in Brussels, about a hundred years ago, or the day before yesterday perhaps.....from the start, there was one place that tempted me, just behind the Theatre de la Monnaie, an old cafe full of old mouldings and faded mirrors whose name explodes in pseudo-erotic-gothic red neon: La Morte Subite.

(Maurice Bejart. La Morte Subite Journal in Time)

"Oysters are the most tender and delicate of all seafoods. They stay in bed all day and all night. They never work or take exercise, they are stupendous drinkers, and wait for their meals to come to them".

(Hector Bolithio. The Glorious Oyster)

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