Brussels is grey.
That’s about it, I’d forgotten that Brussels is such a dreadful place that it’s actually fun. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not going to make you cry, it’s just that it makes you glad that you actually live in London for once.
The plus points were Eurostar, although the security screening at Waterloo left much to be desired – incompetent, surly staff that threw your bags around and then asked whether the magnetometer had gone off as you walked through because they weren’t paying attention.
Oh, and the Atomium looks much nicer, although as it had only reopened after a two year closure the day we were there, we didn’t bother queueing to go in again.