It’s a general trend that most guide books on Belgium ignore the French part of the country altogether. And with good reason - Walloon cities are grittier and far more industrial than their storybook picturesque Flemish cousins. There are fewer museums, fewer landmarks, and more visible signs of stagnation across the language divide. But if there was one great thing about the French part of Belgium, it’s the terrain in the Ardennes - rolling hills, dense forests, meandering rivers, clusters of villages …
On one sunny morning, I set off for the town of Dinant, on the banks of the Meuse river. As for the rest? I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
Peep hole.
Hey! Guess which country I’m in?
The biscuits are a local specialty - couque de dinant. Basically, you should only eat it if you’re trying to get rid of one of your teeth.
Yes, the saxophone was “invented” by someone. Yes, that “someone” was Belgian. And yes, he was born in Dinant, by the name of Adolphe Sax.
I judge every place I visit by the quality of its pastries. TRUFAX.
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