Great piece of writing Mike!
In times of war there is no such thing as a fashionable venue. Fortunately, the long years of combat were at last over. Sadly, and of dire necessity in the fall of 1944 during the month-long bombardment in order to gain access to the port facilities at Antwerp, The Allies had, albeit successfully, pounded the living daylights out of Belgium’s coastal regions, the net result of which had rather taken the gloss off Léon Stynen’s art deco masterpiece, namely the Grand Casino at Knokke Heist. Even so, the municipality of Knokke Heist, stripped almost bare of its original charm at wars end, was once more sneaking back into favour. Some of the cafes had reopened, a few of the fabled sea view apartments with admirable balconies were available to rent again, plus natures survival instinct had guaranteed the silver sand beach was still intact.
At water’s edge, as she hoisted…
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