I raced there as a teenager and in my early twenties. Brilliant it was.
Belgian beer wasn’t a massive deal like it is now, it was just Belgian beer and different.
I love the simple food, it’s not very PC but welcoming most of the year round.
Hospitality is great, we could keep our bikes in our rooms and we always got well fed.
Cobbles that everyone seems to spaff over are a PITA, a romance with them is usually a short one.
Back then no one gave calls or signs on the road, you look out for yourself, something I still do.
I’d rather go riding there, than follow the greats around France in the summer.
Edit; that was a very long time ago.