The lighter side of Brussels (no eurocrats included)

In my youth I lived in Brussels for a few years. By day I was a respectable assistant to an MEP. By night I danced, drank and feasted at a flatshare which fondly became known as The Duplex. One guy I met was very surprised I lived there. ‘Oh really? I thought that place was a bar,’ he said. Whether it was tango nights, group…
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