13th February. Pre Dawn Brussels.

I run through canyons of glass and steel, home to ranks of suited clones, no doubt. 

On through a semi-industrial bit into a hinterland of ethnic diversity and gang tag graffitti - VYKEA, SKEMS, whatever.

After the turnaround a billboard for some new Lancia proclaims "Marquez Votre Difference!"

Yeah, well, quite.