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About Namur

The vibe? It’s chaos, like Riley’s emotions crashin’ in *Inside Out*. One sec, it’s all “Laughter’s takin’ the wheel!” with some drunk bloke tellin’ bad jokes to a gal in fishnets. Next, it’s “Fear’s got the controls!” when the coppers raid the joint. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint—hypothetical pint, mind ya—thinkin’, “This is bonkers!” The girls, tho, some of ‘em got sass that’d make Gandalf blush. One time, I heard this tale—prolly bullshit, but who cares?—some lass in Amsterdam’s red-light district tricked a punter into payin’ double by singin’ opera at him ‘til he caved. Genius! Made me laugh my arse off!

Al Jazeera Journalism Review

The neighborhoods, well, they're quirky. There's a part by the old mill. Oi, the mill, with its creaky wheel and that old river nearby, the Sambre, gently murmuring secrets of yesteryears. I often sit by that river – dipping my toes, sulking about the absurdities of love and life… sometimes whispering, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” to the ripples, just for kicks. The park near here, Parc du Moulin, is my little haven. At night, the trees become witnesses to tender confessions – a little slice of magic where even the shadows seem to smile.

When the Men Came Marching Home from the Great War