my heart always sings in the southern parts of belgium. i was born close to the wallony border and multiple visits across that frontière linguistique brought me french language skills and a lasting appreciation. when a visit down under calls, i can but submit.
charleroi has been crowned wallony-ugly-city n° 1. when observing the city, one quickly sees why. sorry seventies concrete urgently needs (and is getting) imaginative action, ideally uniting young innovators and dinosaur politicians.
i understand it takes generations for a city, a region, to rise back up from defeat when a billion dollars coalmining and steel industry crumbles to the ground, the devestation mockingly contrasted by naturally overgrown terrils around the city.