Banksy in Brussels

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I know it's not a real Banksy - what on earth would the legendary graffiti artist be doing in this out of the way part of southeastern Brussels.
Unless he was collecting a parcel....the TaxiPost depot for all Brussels is just around the corner and when those nasty postmen leave a note to say 'you were out when I called to deliver this parcel, now you have to travel half way around the Earth to collect it yourself at a time that is totally inconvenient for anybody with a job or a life', you will find yourself here in Veeweide If you can find the depot, that is.
When I go for my early morning constitutional along the Anderlecht canal-side, people are always coming up to me and wailing pathetically 'Ou est le TaxiPost?'.
I'm lucky, I suppose, I live just around the corner from the beloved TaxiPost, however I only ever went inside once, to collect my STEELY DAN tickets, when the greatest band in the world played at Forest Nationale.
Back to Banksy - it's not a real one, but it's quite a clever stencil, and in an unusual location on a patch of grass by the canal....

Béla Bartók visits Brussels

A statue of Hungarian composer Béla Bartók created by my favourite (living) Hungarian sculptor Imre Varga, stands in a forgotten and dingy square in central Brussels.
Find him around the back of the Place d'Espagne near the Galeries St Hubert.
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If you'd like to read an interview with Monsieur Varga, conducted in Budapest, check out next week's FourBees.
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Brussels graffiti art

There is an open-air art gallery found under the ring-road just south of Anderlecht's beautiful pond-filled park.
A couple of Sundays ago, it appeared that the Anderlecht local council had given the talented young artists of the commune permission to decorate the concrete columns that support the interminable ring road traffic.
Graffiti artists of all genres, but usually the sci-fi horror comic brand, were busily spray painting the columns and covering the dreary grey with a flurry of colour and imagination. Unfortunately, the least talented graffiti 'artists', the uninspired taggers had also been out, doing the equivalent of a dog urinating on a bush, and had marked their territory all over the interesting art work.
Also, after we had been on a hike to a Flemish windmill, just south of Anderlecht, we returned to discover that the painting of Tupac - well I think it's supposed to be him - had disappeared, covered up by a large breasted sci-fi maiden in a Gothic Martian porno fantasy pic.
Pity.
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