Brussels hides one of Europe's most spectacular squares behind a tangle of bureaucratic boulevards and steep, baffling streets.
Step into the Grand Place after dark and the gilded guildhalls glow like something staged; step back out and you're among comic-strip murals and Art Nouveau curves. It's the capital of the EU and faintly embarrassed about it, far more interested in chocolate, mussels and a good argument over fries.
Flemish and French rub along uneasily, and the result is a city that refuses to take itself too seriously.
Drink a Trappist beer brewed by monks, eat moules-frites, and let a waffle ruin your shirt.
Round trip from Prague, any dates in October 2026.