[Excerpt from “Bruxelles-Nord,” from Benelux | Peter van der Lem | December 12, 1995]
Inevitably, travelling through the Benelux countries, you will find yourself here. Usually waiting. You will probably get here in the middle of the night and have to wait until the ticket stations open in the morning.
Bruxelles-Nord.
It is not Antwerp. This is not Brussel-Centraal. There is no rapture in the decorum and your camera will feel most comfortable in the safety of its case. You will not hear angelic choruses in your head, no rich European inspiration to spin around in awe of the architecture. This is no cathedral.
You walk down the stairs from the platform, wondering what awaits in the basement below, only to follow an echoing subterranean hallway that leads to the main foyer. The ceilings
