Guest writer: Anna Nilsson Spets
Yep, I live here, not in Brussels but about an hour away. Fourteen years ago I followed my heart and left everything and Sweden, that was on 1 April, that says it all.
There are many hidden jewels in Brussels, places that are not frequented by the usual tourist who prefers to watch the Peeing Boy or the Grand Place.
My favourite is Marollen, the city's oldest district, which lies between the majestic Palace of Justice and the sleepy Station South.
The Marolles have an interesting history dating back to the Middle Ages when monasteries were built here and the Order of Friars worked to help the poor in the area.
Shortly before the Second World War many emigrants arrived in the area; Spaniards and Polish Jews. Since then, there has always been a mixture of different nationalities and they actually have their own dialect. It is a mixture of the Brabant dialect and Walloon, with elements of Spanish and Yiddish. Otherwise, it is mostly French you hear.
Most of Marollen revolves around Vossenplein/Place du jeu de Balle; the square. Under the square itself is a large WWII shelter, fully equipped with toilets, washing facilities and beds. The shelter is now a protected cultural heritage site.
At the beginning of the 20th century there was a public shower facility here, which was moved to another building in 1949.
Vossenplein is home to the flea market, which has been running since 1873.
The flea market is open every day between 9-14, weekends until 15.00.
This is where the 17-year-old Tintin bought the model of the Unicorn ship at the beginning of the comic book The Secret of the Unicorn. Tintin is big here, a national hero who has even been in court. The court case concerned the book Tintin in the Congo and its colonial elements. The Belgian advance in the Congo is still an open wound.
You can probably call the flea market an optimal folk festival, around 300 vendors and you can find just about EVERYTHING. Prices are quite high.
In the square, anything can happen, Roma playing happy music and inviting people to dance I sing along.
However, I wish I could have bumped into the world-famous jazz musician Toots Thielemans, who was born here and stayed true to his Marollen.
Eating, well a typical market dish is the caracol, a sea whale horn shell cooked in a spicy broth.
Or why not our almost-national dish, mussels with frittjes and a mountain of mayonnaise. The Belgians can't live without their mayo. This stew, however, is homemade. We eat mussels as often as Swedes eat meatballs, every household has its own recipe. Mine too.
Around the flea market there are many cafés, a café in Belgium is not a coffee shop with a lot of good cakes and buns, think pub instead. It is part of everyday life here, that you take a pintje, a beer and we have plenty of that.
The story goes that just after the Second World War, hardship was severe and it is said that café owners let people sleep in their cafés. They would hang a cable over the table where the night patrons could put their arms over and have a night of suspended rest.
Do you like murals and graffiti? There are plenty of them.
Marollen is a multi-ethnic stew, its streets lined with shops selling food from all corners of the world. Hip antique shops and galleries are mixed with even more cafés. It's shabby, worn and no high-income earners live here, but there's no lack of pulse.
If you are an early riser on a Sunday, there is a big market at Station Zuid/Station Syd, the market is called Zuidmarkt and runs between 7-14.
An extremely large market with food from the Middle East, Africa and the Mediterranean countries.
Of course, our local products are also sold.
Clothes, household items and plants by the minute, fruits that you don't even know the name of.
It's a messy market and the basic rule among sellers seems to be "shout the loudest and sell the most".
Brussels is big, the Marolles is just one of the many exciting places to visit.
Goodbye! (See you!)
Only British says:
How nice to have someone writing with Flemish names and words and not just French. Brussels is, after all, the capital of Flanders even if you don't hear much in the evenings today when the officials have gone home to the neighbouring municipalities. I also like Marollen and one of my favourite shops New De Wolfe.
29 April 2023 - 10:08
Anna Nilsson Spets says:
Haha, yes you.... that never makes any sense. I live in the Flemish-speaking part of the country and my French is quite poor and trying to speak Flemish in Brussels is not a success. I love Marollen and Matonge
29 April 2023 - 18:41
BP says:
There it is again - is it Flemish or French? I have a friend who lives outside Brussels. He told me that the Belgian government can never agree on anything. The rivalry between Flemish and Walloons is so strong that they just can't agree. In other words, nothing gets done. Then the Walloons look down on the Flemish...
Have only been to Brussels once. I must say that the city was quite run down and terribly dirty. The explanation was that the two ethnic groups do not get along.
As for the food, however, Belgium gets five plus:-) Thought it was a bit funny to get fries and mayo for the mussels and that you eat it all with a spoon ...
Thank you for a fun and interesting post.
29 April 2023 - 16:14
Anna Nilsson Spets says:
I can never make sense of that either, it's a lot of fuss year in and year out and nothing makes sense either. And yes, Brussels is worn out, especially the suburbs that are never renovated. The food, well, I think it's too fat or too sweet, but mussels and oysters are great. Glad you liked the post.
29 April 2023 - 18:44