I had never been to Eindhohun, a small town nestled in the highlands of Belgium, until last week.

I was there to shoot for a new book about the town, but after a long day of travelling, I had an idea. 

Eindhover, the Belgian town that became a tourist magnet for the city of Eindhofen in the Netherlands, is also a place I’ve never been.

In 1871, the town was a stronghold of the Belgian monarchy and it was the seat of the country’s royal family for the next 150 years.

Since then, the towns population has fallen by half.

In 2016, it was estimated that Eindholst was home to over 1.5 million people, but by the year 2025, it had shrunk to less than 200,000. 

I’d been to several of Einhoven’s small tourist attractions, but never in Eindhausen.

I’d been looking for a place where I could visit the town and it didn’t disappoint. 

The city’s streets and squares were lined with colourful street performers and colourful shops, and there was a colourful park where I went for a stroll.

The street performers’ outfits were always colourful, and I noticed a couple of locals with colourful suits and jackets that made them stand out. 

This place had a great history and it had always been a popular place to go for a walk. 

When I arrived at the town’s main square, I noticed the Eindhallen church on the square, and was curious to see what was going on there. 

There was a sign that said Eindhoffen Cathedral, which is the Einhoffen church that I visited.

It’s in Einholst, so it’s the main church in Einar Hord.

I decided to check it out, and found out that it was closed. 

In the church I was able to see a number of the locals who had come to visit Eindhus.

One was a young man named Martin, who told me that he had a favourite restaurant and that he’d be delighted to take me there.

He also mentioned that he used to visit the local market and I wondered how he managed to keep up with the tourist business there. 

 The next thing I knew, Martin and I were standing on a cobblestone street in Einderhoven, one of the few streets that had not been washed out in the flood of rain that struck the city a few days ago. 

At first I thought that the street was deserted, but then I noticed that it had a few small shops that were open and there were people walking around in their usual attire. 

Martin said that he worked at a local pub, but the people in the street were very friendly and welcoming. 

He told me how he had been looking forward to visiting the Einar Hallen church, but that he and his girlfriend were going to miss it. 

Later that day, Martin was talking to me about Einarhoon, which he knew about from the Einsiedel church in Amsterdam.

He told me about the church, which was the same church that he was from and had been in for almost 100 years. 

On his way back home, Martin told me a story about the Eichhofen Cathedral. 

“I used to go there as a kid, and it is a great place, but now I can’t go anymore,” he said. 

 I told him that I was looking for Einarholst to see how Einarhausen was doing and that Einarhus is the town I had always wanted to visit. 

We were in the city for two hours before we were able to reach Eindhole, and we ended up in the Einkpark, which has a lovely park. 

As we walked around the park, Martin talked about how he used the local coffee shop to meet up with friends. 

After that, we got into a taxi to go back to Einarhoven. 

With the help of Martin, I went to Einhholst. 

It was about an hour and a half walk from Einarhamen, so we took the bus back to the Einingenpark. 

A bit later, we were at Einhart, the same place that Martin had mentioned before. 

But this time, we decided to stop in Einchen, a little more than a kilometre away from Eindhamen. 

Here, we took a bus that went to the local railway station, which made the trip a bit easier. 

From Einhallen, we went to a cafe in Eichhoven called Bisto in which I was introduced to my favourite cafe, Kostas. 

Since the café is a bit older, it’s a bit