‘Ca c’est vraiment des zievereer quoi!’ says Lio about three bankers sharing croissants and expressos this morning. ‘Zievereer’ is a Brussels expression that defines blabbermouths. Two of the chaps are flemish, the other one is francophone, they are chatting quite loudly in a mix of dutch and Americanized financial English. I catch glimpses of their obnoxious dialogue: “I don’t care WHAT you do with the money afterwards, HOW you want to share it, YOU figure it out’ followed by loud laughter and a couple sips on organic apple juice. ‘We need so&so from Goldman Sacks, get such&such from Barclays, 10 Mil I tell you!!’ more yelling and laughing ‘125 000! In the pocket, like THAT!’ more sniggering. In the meantime, I’m serving a 75 year old couple, starring at each other with large smiles. When apologizing for the wait, the woman looks at me with a sort of peaceful kindness and says: “Ne vous inquietez pas pour nous mademoiselle’. Both their faces are illuminated with love and I can’t help but think that they have something that the ‘Zievereer’ will never get to trade.