I love the names of Brussels’ tube (sorry Metro) and tram stops: ‘Arts and Crafts’, ‘Wheels’, ‘Money’, ‘Printers’, and so forth. It’s a city where each different profession has its own quarter. Sometimes they lapse into recalling national heroes (e.g. Eddie Merckx or Jacques Brel) - I joked with a Belgian friend that there should be a Plastic Bertrand tube station he said ‘please no, we’d have to listen to THAT song while waiting for the metro- that’s not fair on people who live in that quarter’. But sometimes there is no evident trade, or evident national hero, so they lapse into whimsy. One tram halt is called ‘birdsong’. I want to live there.
Ps a (very approximate) translation of Bertrand's song can be found here
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