What do you call it when it’s 25° in april, in Brussels ? We should invent something like the Indian Summer – last few years, winter’s barely finished that we fast-forward through spring in 2 days.
Suddenly everyone walks around in t-shirt. The Rue Neuve shopping street is packed with people wondering where they put last year’s sandals, and why they don’t have anything to wear anymore. Girls look as if they just popped out of a chrysalis, all light and colourful, and sweaty men peek at them through dark sunglasses.
Public transports are uniquely flavoured with the combined reek of hundreds of different armpits. Elderly people collapse with heart-attacks. Everyone’s sitting outside with drinks, wondering why we’re in Barcelona all of the sudden.