I loved Belgium when I went there many years ago with my sister, who was living in Germany at the time. We went primarily for the art because I was studying art history and specializing in Northern Baroque but there was much more than just the art to love. I think it was in Ghent that we were heading for the train station and this being before wheeled suitcases were common (yes, that long ago), my sister had some sort of little folding cart that could barely hold our two very small bags. Something went amiss - couldn't have had anything to do with the cobbles! - and a little old man riding by hopped off his bike and said "Let grandfather help!" He secured things with a bungee cord and was back on his bike in a flash.