After paying a short New Year's visit to Brussels (again), Paris (again and again) and London (again and again and again) I couldn't help but thinking about these pictures I took on a Sunday afternoon in Benicolet, when everything stands still, never-ending, quiet and too often filthy.
Nevertheless, we call it a beautiful small town. Why?
Well, it's home and -I must admit- it's cute.
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