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About Leuven

Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

Pigalle and history

One lesser-known gem is the back alley behind Bibliothèque du Temps. It’s a graffiti alley swirling with color, history, and secrets. I once overheard the best breakup of my life echoed there. Crazy, right? Honestly, every block has a story. I get all these qualms and delight as I wander almost randomly.

How Saint-Henri's Bar de Courcelle has been bringing its open mic series to the people