It was 9:15 and the smell of Stella Artois’ morning brew-mash was coating the entirety of the medieval city in the scent of bread and malt cereal.
We hadn’t set out with a destination in mind other than Sarah’s recommendation to place it on the other side of Leuven’s Klein Begijnhof. – A small historical architectural complex which was created to house lay religious women who lived in community without taking vows or retiring from the world.
As we came to the end of the passageway of the disorienting half-tunnel of brick that seamlessly connected walls and road, we noticed a statue peaking though the trees we hadn’t noticed before…