Second visit to Antwerp | Reunion is always quiet

It was a cloudy morning. There was no stunning light like when we first met, only a quiet mood like meeting old friends. I wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere, I just followed my memory. The Cathedral of Our Lady still stands in the center of the city, unchanged, but I have changed. I didn't go in, but just sat on a chair in the square next to me, watching the tourists looking up and taking pictures, just like me when I first came here. This time I looked at the scenery and also at myself. Lost in the alley again, willingly This time I spent more time walking in the alley. Walk into some shops without obvious signs, flip through old records, read a few photography books, and just wander around. DelRey: Desserts are like jewels, tender in the mouth This time I finally walked into DelRey, which I just passed by last time. The desserts in the window are like works of art on display. Just looking at them makes me reluctant to eat them. I ordered a piece of pistachio chocolate cake with a cup of hot cocoa and sat in the corner of the store, looking out the window at the wet street. The moment the cake enters your mouth, that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of happiness spreads instantly. There’s a restrained sophistication to Belgian desserts—not over the top, but every bite counts. That kind of sweetness is not straight sugar, but just the right amount of healing. At that time, I thought that if cities could have smells, Antwerp would probably have the smell of cocoa mixed with rain, old stone walls and a little leather.