Tuesday 24 September 2019

Meeting Madame Wong



Blue skies and sunshine persuaded a friend to offer a lift to go to Lissewege, het Witte Dorp, to see the wonderful 25th Beeldenroute, the sculpture exhibition which begins scattered
around the grassy area outside the wonderful Ter Doest Abbey outside Lissewege and continues outside the church in Lissewege and inside. An astonishing number of artists take part and always there is originality and wit on offer. This year is no exception and I particularly liked a splendid dog pulling on a leash hooked up to a spindly metallic walker. The dog is especially endearing and the linear sculpture manages to convey the canine excitement and eagerness awoken in countless homes and gardens on the command of Walkies!!

 Nico Blontrok
Carillonneur and composer Stefano Colletti
It is astonishing to realise just how many events there are on in Brugge during the summer months. I was asking Nico Blontrok, the Schepen in charge of civic cultural events in Brugge, to try to avoid the awful timing of a carillon concert by Stefano Colletti during August while a simultaneous rock concert was belting out on the nearby Burg. For the carillon audience in the Binnenkort of the Belfort, it was impossible to disregard the insistent thumping of the drums less than a hundred metres away; for the carillonneur in his lofty perch, it must have been hell to concentrate on producing his delicate music while sitting almost on top of the rock stridency. I don’t disapprove at all of outdoor rock concerts [there are many in the town, much enjoyed by visitors and younger residents]. It was the timing of the simultaneous performances about one hundred metres apart, which one would want avoided. The answer was that he couldn’t promise as there are so many events on in Brugge; I suspect he didn’t really understand the impossibility of a carillon concert being heard and enjoyed in the conditions imposed. Apparently, the great Zandfest, the third and final Rommelmarkt of the summer on ‘t Zand and beyond, on today, Sunday, Sept 22, was one of seven events taking place in Brugge on this one day.
 Ishtar

I attended the final concert in the Binnenkort last evening, of the season’s carillon concerts which featured Wim Bertelot, the town carillonneur performing on the portable carillon which is such a delight. He book-ended the performance by Ishtar, a Belgian group [to my surprise] with a persistent gypsy inheritance playing chiefly Eastern European music, sometimes hypnotic, sometimes softly seductive, sometimes plaintive, sometimes with a flamenco verve. It was thoroughly entertaining and skilful and the large crowd loved it all. Perhaps no one enjoyed it more than a little family group from Mexico, sitting near me. The tiny daughter, perhaps 18-22 months old, was totally fired up by the music, jigging and dancing, swaying and clapping non-stop and with enormous gusto and joy. Her complete absorption in the rhythm and the sound, was a wonderful illustration of childhood’s ability to seize the moment and lose oneself in it. It was the purest delight I have ever witnessed and I now wish I had asked permission to photograph her!.
 NOT the little Mexican toddler but the
total absorption in the joy of the moment
is the same.

The Sunday previous to the Rommelmarkt was Autoloze Zondag and there were so many activities in the petrol-free streets and squares. Quite my favourite of the morning was a trip to Langestraat to the street flea market there AND finding Madame Wong’s Bar which I had intended to visit before now. A few months ago, I was chatting to James, a young waiter in Martin’s Relais in Oude Burg when he told me it was his last day there prior to starting his own bar. Madame Wong’s indeed. I came across James and his family helpers selling Korean street food outside the bar and I enjoyed sampling some for my lunch, sitting out in style on the street and chatting to a Belgian lady doing the same. As I paid, a young woman waiting to be served, recommended Madame Wong’s for James’s wonderful 
cocktails. I marvelled again at the ingenuity, imagination and energy of young immigrants and at the extra dimension they can bring to other lives. There is a lesson here, somewhere!
 James in Madame Wong's bar