Reminiscing

We were in Belgium. We thought we had a good sense of direction, and knew we had a train to catch. We were enjoying the scenery while casually strolling through Antwerp, in what we thought was the direction of the train station. Soon enough we realized there were no familiar buildings, so we pulled out the map. And found out we had walked half an hour in the wrong direction. And the train left in less time than that. We immediately started running, still hoping to make it on time. Not able to pass up a photo opportunity when it presented itself, I stopped for a split second to snap this one. How is it that even a random street in the middle of Belgium, and all the ones following it, could look so gorgeous? Europe and its architecture have something we don't have. Something magical. Something that is drawing me back every second of every day. Someday I might be able to figure it out.