Belgium

After the grand facades, I began collecting smaller things. A doorway just above water. A path between two brick walls. A window with no ambition to become a landmark.

The notebook was nearly half full. This seemed impossible. So much of what I wanted to keep was not visible in a drawing: the decision to pause, the slight change in the air, the relief of finding a quiet street.

I left a few pages unfilled. They could hold the parts that refused to sit still.

An imagined travel diary inspired by original Travel2City photographs. Mea’s scenes and words are a creative interpretation, not a documentary account.