Annabelle, Thatch and I are watching Season 5 of Poirot. So far, it has the best episode ever: "The Chocolate Box," oozing memories of a hard-to-capture Brussels of 1912, a teary sentiment de nostalgie pour ce qu'elles ont perdu.
Annabelle liked the Edwardian costumes and beauty of Brussels. Thatch kept asking, what did he say?