Но не всю.
Только Flemish-скую часть Бельгии, Flanders-кую...Dutch-speaking - которая. Хотя сами те бельгийцы вероятно считают, что они на "бельгийском"-своём языке говорят, а не на голландском и соседей - Dutch-ей недолюбливают - как и те им в ответ.
Нас знакомый бельгиец Марк приютил у себя в доме на неделю. Он с женой в это время в Индии путешествовал.
Марк с женой - тоже - artists, путешественники и дизайнеры.
У Марка удивительная коллекция старых винилов!
Computers surround me and the digital realm is a huge part of my life, but there is so much to love about records. They are analogue, old-fashioned and so yesterday, but I am not the only one. During the last few years there has been a resurgence of interest in records.
This summer we visited Marc in Ghent, and he has a fairly large record collection.
My husband was fascinated with his record players and vinyl collection, and especially with the pictures and old newspapers-magazines notes inside the foldout record cover.
Digital browsing is fun, but it’s still a huge chore to see liner notes, lyrics and so on.
There is something both thrilling and relaxing about holding a colourful album cover in your hands and not having to squint.
This is probably the most dubious claim: do records really sound better?
No one will argue that digital tracks (track—a quietly antiquated term, like splice, or groove) sound much cleaner: no pops, hisses and usually no skipping.
My theory is that people think records sound better because the noise helps your years focus, and the fuzzy lack of clarity in the analogue realm mellows out the high frequencies, making the sound waves seems less harsh. My ears tire more listening to CDs, particularly if I am forced to listen using cheap headphones or speakers.
We live in the age of “fast” – “the information superhighway”.
Listening to records takes more time than scanning tracks on our iPod and I think it is nice to chill once in a while, and records make you do just that.
The smell of vinyl brings back so many memories; the smell instantly reminded me of my childhood…those are some of my happiest memories as a child.
I love seeing the needle approach the record, looking at the grooves and actually seeing where a track ends and the next begins.
I do not suppose that an analogue renaissance will last long.
The digital age is too convenient, and as much as I love to slow down and smell the vinyl, I love having a hundred albums on-hand when I am travelling even more.
Even so, I am so glad Marc has his collections, waiting for us to enjoy when we visit him.
Вот эта лестница на третий этаж -- гладкая-скользкая-блестящая и отчаянно...крутая(?) -- impossibly steep stairs = the death "trap" - "the near-vertical-mountain-requiring-daily-s
They resembled a treacherous ladder of sorts that required the use of all fours and the maintenance of ninja-like precision balance.
Were mere mortals suppose to make this daily climb?
The trek upwards on these stairs is no doubt - a mission, but the trek downwards is where things start to get really interesting. Not only are you dealing with an impossibly steep descent, but the teeny-tiny stairs don’t even allow for a full footstep and thus must be maneuvered in an awkward sidewise motion and also - probably for fun(!), these sneaky 'stairs architects' decided to throw in a curve, adding yet another element of danger.
Back in the olden days, Dutch and Flemish houses were taxed on their width, meaning that the wider your house, the more taxes you paid. And how could a clever Dutchie circumvent such an issue? Easy! They simply build yourself a very tall, very skinny house which requires a crazy-ass set of stairs!
old national geographic magazines
Descending Dutch stairs are very cunning and dangerous and even people who have been living in Dutch homes for a very long time can still fall victim to them because, as well as being very steep - Dutch stairs are very patient and all it takes is one sleepy morning when you forget that you are wearing your pair of extra slippery socks and one quick unexpected vertical trip later you will have a bruise the size of Belgium on your ass and possibly with a neighboring country on the other cheek and God forbid that there is a window at the bottom of those stairs because if there is -- you might find yourself suddenly propelled across the street into a nearby canal !!
green grapes in Marc's garden
Такую селёдку можно попробовать только в Голландии или в Бельгийской Фландрии !!
Там все любят эту селёдочку!
Уже в 11 часов - на рынке она заканчивалась, в огромном траке-шопе.
Мы проспали однажды и даже расстроились.