thongs

The thrum of a morning tram bounces off faded pastel walls and Juliet balconies. The sun peeks over church spires and into bay windows, signalling a new day in Saint-Gilles, the home of artists, architectural jewels and Art Nouveau. I walk with innovators and visionaries, tracing nature’s divine form through stained glass skies and whiplash lines. These once-forgotten pieces of the past, now paving the way for dreamers to come.