It was eery; ghostlike figures moving about, some quickly, some dragging their feet, in turn grotesque or gracious...
|The Interpretation of Marriage|
Then the doors to the City Hall were open, and the group went upstairs, followed by the crowd that had been watching their performance.
The interesting thing about the Brussels City Hall is that the room where weddings take place is never open to the public outside of an actual such event, and so this was an exceptional opportunity to see it. Good grief! Gorgeous! And as spectacular as the outside...
The women put on another performance, this time, to beautiful, sad music. It was enchanting.
|Inside the Brussels City Hal|
I reluctantly left after 10 PM, looked once again at the market place, now dark, deserted, and went my way, full of regrets unexpressed.