This morning I got up early and went for a run alongside the Thames. I went down Whitehall to Westminster, over the Thames, back up the other side to the Tate Modern, where I crossed back over on the Millenium Bridge and came back down the Embankment to Northumberland Avenue and Trafalgar Square. The weather was beautiful. The river was beautiful. And the city, not still quite awake, was beautiful. Not for the first time, I found myself saying ‘this is what Brussels lacks; a river’.