My Liege, how did I not explore you more before?

I am currently in Liège, in Belgium’s Wallonie (French-speaking) district. I lived here as an exchange student when I was 18 and try to come back as often as possible to visit the family I lived with then, and a few other people I got to know at the time. I last visited at the end of 2012. Of course, I wrote several blog posts, including this one, where I featured mostly “touristy” shots of the city. Read it now if you would like a view of some of the city’s most photographed spots.

One last look back at Belgium: November 2012

So, back to the present. I took the train in from France last week, arriving just after lunch time. I tracked down the bus I know so well, paid the surly driver, and was immediately launched along a trip down memory lane on my way “home.” After a quick catch-up with Hélène, my host mother, it was straight to the local chocolate shop to stock up on 4 kgs of chocolate and then downtown on a pilgrimage to “La Brasserie,” a café I frequented often with my exchange-student friends.

The next day, braving all four seasons, Hélène and I again set off downtown to explore. We were going to visit the touristy areas but ended up gravitating towards the old terraced area behind the Palais des Princes-Évêques and towards la Citadelle. Up mountain and down steps we went, traversing the area a few times, sandwiched around a typical Liège lunch of Boulets la Liégeoise (meatballs with frites) and topped off with a hot chocolate in a local café in Rue du Palais. It snowed on us three times, rained a few, and the sun shone gloriously too.

This is how I saw the city on the day we just didn’t make it to the top-10 sights of Liège.


  1. I love the slyly smiling face above the doorway. What did he know, I wonder, that it had to be carved in stone for generations to come, as fresh today as it was then. I hope a portion of that 4 kg of delectable and decadent Belgian chocolat is destined to come my way.

  2. Love the scenery, the buildings, the stories. Makes one long to be more than just a tourist. One must dwell awhile, linger a little. . .

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