Yesterday I had the pleasure of visiting the country of Ysaÿe in the year of his 150th birthday. I arrived the day before and Brussels Airport almost managed to loose my suitcase. Isn't it wonderful how - after half an hour of mounting suspense - you feel no anger about the lost time but just happiness about being reunited with your belongings?
Unfortunately, since I arrived shortly before 21:00 and the whole Wednesday was filled with meetings, there was no time to see anything. The joys of business "travelling", ha! One of these days, I'll get to see Ysaÿe's studio.
Leaning back comfortably in your chair is not something my company encourages, for afterwards, it was all downhill in my comfy "folding chair":