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I smile at the irony that I originally planned this solo trip around Brugge to have a break from touring war monuments. Now, I've discovered one that I'm sure Lorne isn't even aware of.
As I walk back to the hotel, I realize that I've appreciated today's long elastic. But now, I'm looking forward to a relaxing evening, sharing our individual discoveries together over a good beer and a tasty dinner.
... view mirror and made our way to Flanders Fields, site of some of the deadliest battles of World War I. We visited the town of Ypres, which is the location of the In Flanders Fields Museum. The town itself is quite nice, apparently completely rebuilt since WWI. We learned, as we toured the museum, that the entire are had been reduced to a wasteland. There were no more buildings, not even a tree. One of the soldiers commented that it was as barren ...
Travelling from Amsterdam to Brussels (Belgium) was nice. Around 2 hours on the high speed train and in first class. The food was better than some of the cafés we've eaten in! I had rabbit terrine and kayla had an eggplant and vegetable stack! We arrived in Brussels and were staying out of town about 15 minutes walk. We must have picked a dud location because the streets were a bit slummy and we stuck out like sore thumbs ...
... shirts with the bachelor's face on it. We ended up talking to the guy nearest me and got their story. They are from Borgosesia, Italy and they left at 4am to fly to Brussels. They surprised the groom and just told him when they woke him up that morning. They flew to Brussels yesterday, spent the day and night there, and went to Amsterdam today. They were super interested in us because we are American. Their English wasn't the greatest so some jokes got lost in translation but ...
... direction. Delightful architecture leapt from every corner; the waft of freshly made waffles enticing you to venture further. Finally the stench of James had been replaced.
I sat for a beer in the Markt, the belfry by now illuminated before me, accentuating its dominating but delicate features. To my left sat proudly the Provincial Court, itself worthy of being the centre piece of most European cities. Through the square ran large queues, formed to ride ...