In our ever-expanding urban context, does one seek one’s identity in the city? Is who you are rooted in the neighbourhood you live, your city’s infrastructure, and the transit lines with those nine-am commuters? Or do the multiple facets and various layers of our urbanity offer relief from this notion of identity…? Having a Turkish pancake (gozleme) in your predominately Moroccan neighbourhood whilst reading La Monde and listening to American folk of the sixties…who are you, is better rephrased as, who can you be…

Playing the flâneur, and avoiding the majestic, architectural masterpiece of the Grand-Place, for the quiet, cobble-stone strolls, where I collect thoughts, Brussels affords both the bustle of tourist-buzz and Manneken-Pis inspired kitsch, as well as space to stretch out unnoticed, one’s eyes and mind. Pick up pieces of who you can be, and passively participate in the life of the locals, as you sip a Kriek, or Kwak, a café, or chocomelk, at one of these ideally situated cafes…

Moka: http://www.seetiz.be/fr/bars/brussels/391-moka

Le Fontainas: http://www.gayxi.com/gayguide/reviews.php?id=1506&cont_id=1&coun_id=1&city_id=9

Floreo:http://www.floreo.be/

Café Des Halles:http://www.cafedeshalles.be/fr/

Café De Markten:http://www.demarkten.be/html_inhoud/hetcafe.htm

Café Au Soleil: http://www.ebru.be/Cafes/CafSoleil.html

**All of these cafes offer alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, most offer food and/or light snacks, all are equipped with outdoor seating for excellent people watching**