Check out this website, which specializes in nothing but the low cost airlines:
If it can’t find a carrier for a route you’re interested in, it brings up a whole sheaf of other travel sites for you to search. Some of these I’d never even heard of (which is saying something).
There are also blogs associated with the site (the “wing blog” seems a little outdated, but the “wheel blog” and “bed blog” are more up to date). One interesting link that came up on the bed blog, btw: TabletHotels, “Hotels for Global Nomads”. I always like it when a site offers me hotels I’ve stayed at and loved (it just showed me, in one of the hotel images, the very table I sat at in the dining room when I was last there). Check out this one, for example, attached to a famously cool spa facility I’ve wanted to go to for a long time.
(sigh) No time right now for any kind of travel except the virtual. But it’s fun to be able to look at these things and think about when things get a little quieter, a couple of months down the line…

I mentioned this place in passing in a post some while back, and it really needs to have something more said about it, as there’s not nearly enough information online.
The cafe itself is a splendid den of perfectly preserved Art Nouveau: stained glass, ornamental brass, carved wood and marble-topped, iron-legged tables, with toilet facilities that are also gorgeously antique. Some of the wall hangings or tapestries are a little faded, the old mirrors a touch spotty: no one cares. The pace is leisurely. The music is — if not exactly 1890’s — also of an earlier time, more likely to be Piaf if anything else. People sit, have a coffee, drink, read their newspapers, chat, have a sandwich, gaze out the windows at the old Bourse building outside.
At quiet times, Minou appears to check the spaces underneath the tables and see if anyone’s dropped anything nice. She is not one of those in-your-face, demonstrative cats: she is willing to be friendly if you feel like paying attention to her, but otherwise entirely willing to let you be. On a cold day, she’ll jump up behind the espresso machine again to take advantage of the uninterrupted view out the window. It’s all very sedate, just a short walk away from the noise and expense and tourist-trampling of the Grand Place.

The Museum is a refurbishment of the original Foynes Flying Boat Base terminal building, where all transatlantic air traffic of the late 1930’s stopped on its way elsewhere. (If Rick Blaine flew from New York to
passenger air route starting in June 1939. It was quite a plane — a multiple-level vessel with cabins, sleeping berths, reading room, dining room, and lounge, and a flight deck that was big enough to actually be called a deck. (See 
