tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281402533658280011.post6671007876653504027..comments2023-04-26T05:55:06.006-07:00Comments on Frivolous Fragments: The Nineteenth Century, Belgian pride and an Art RobberyFfflaneurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04697821220291240079noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281402533658280011.post-32828393889501172092007-10-09T00:39:00.000-07:002007-10-09T00:39:00.000-07:00abxl , thanks for your "Ardenne Profonde" & "Eifel...<B> abxl </B>, thanks for your "Ardenne Profonde" & "Eifel" impressions - how fitting a "détour" to complement this " Belgian post" --- (& I'm sure you could capture that atmosphere on photo too - how about a dedicated Flickr-set? hint hint)Ffflaneurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04697821220291240079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281402533658280011.post-74929206770393992902007-10-08T15:14:00.000-07:002007-10-08T15:14:00.000-07:00Well, thanks for evoking this as it all rings a be...Well, thanks for evoking this as it all rings a bell – memories of Verviers station, flashes of Spa behind the dark green hills, but especially Malmédy, the city in the long valley where slowly German blends into French, or vice versa, depending on which way you go… (maybe towards Stavelot, crossing the invisible border to another region, and then the “Ardenne profonde” is right before you…)<BR/><BR/>I never thought of it by way of musing over the nineteenth-century, which is interesting enough, but still was struck by the (often decaying) urban and industrial touch in those small Ardennes towns, compared to the German “Eifel” across the border which somehow seems to have been abandoned by mystery. Obviously, the industrial revolution has rushed through those Belgian places, leaving the odd brick ruin (or are these from later times? …or from my imagination?) with sharp edges, reflecting the rough and prickly cover of the dark firs rising on the humid slopes.John A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09521903423492821891noreply@blogger.com