Nearly forty years after stepping foot in Liege as a recent high school graduate, I rolled my suitcase past my old haunts to the train station where I boarded a train a day early to spend the night near the airport in case I could not get a train to the airport the next day. The SNCB refused to announce the train schedule until late on Monday night making it a challenge to make plans to get to the airport. I learned after I checked into a new hotel that trains would run hourly from Guillemins in Liege to Zaventem Airport.
A few pictures:
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| My school |
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| My old bus stop at St.-Lambert |
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| Side view of my school |
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| The courtyard I walked to enter school |
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| The bank I used |
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| The bar I hung out in with friends |
The circular library I used to haunt closed, and was relocated to the other side of the river.
My former congregation is now meeting in St. Simeon, and has morphed from mostly British ex-pats to African ones who speak a combination of French and English.
I don't remember where the orchestra used to practice. I think it, too, was at the university. If Facebook had existed in the late 1980s, or even if we had email addresses then, I would have kept in touch with the musicians.
I left feeling, unless Don wants a tour, this was my last visit to Liege.
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