Le lendemain (11th December, 1918)

This morning the spirits of those of us who won in a lottery, for passes to Bruxelles were high.  We arrived in the famous city at about 3 p.m., with only an hour of daylight in which to view all its wonders.  A hasty glance around and superb cathedral revealed glories of sculpture, carving, and stained glass that could easily absorb a summer’s day.  A walk around the towering Town Hall and other beautiful buildings, were the only glimpses of the City I could get.  The rest of the time spent wandering about watching the life of the people who apparently never dream of spending an evening at home, but frequent the cafes, picture theatres, dancing halls, and the like.