In the city of Art Nouveau, of Flemish Primitives, Rubens, classic trams gliding down narrow city streets still seemingly covered in dirt from old lead fumes lies the subterranean Spa at Hotel Julien.
Traveling in the off-season has its hardships. There is a reason its off-season and not just for the school schedules, its hella cold. Early March might see the promise of spring in the crack of sunshine but the temperature is punishing. Antwerp is a city to be seen on foot. The architecture and ambiance lends itself to strolling from cafe to cathedral, exploring the centuries of architectural style.
A birthday present to rent out the private Spa Julien, located below the chic hotel in a 15th century cellar is something I’ll cherish for years.
Dry sauna, steam room, cold baths and low lighting were a paradise after the chill from Northern Europe’s bleak weather. The best part for this old-school goth girl was the heated slab of black marble, the most comfortable place on which to rest my weary traveling soul.