It’s just past midday on a grey day in February. We're pulling into the quiet platform at Brussels Midi railway station. Unlike the briefcase-clutching businessmen alighting with us, we’re here for pleasure. Our objective: the best girls’ trip ever.
The capital of Belgium, best known as the stage for European politics, rarely makes travel vision boards, even less the shortlist for a girls’ trip. Ask anyone if they’ve visited Brussels and the answer tends to be the same: they’ve only passed through it. Choosing it as a final destination, as my friends group is doing, is a rarity.
