No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
TripAdvisor Reviews Cecilia B&B Brugge
Travel Blogs from Brugge
... the outside of town, through pretty tree-covered paths and past majestical lakes (the Lake of Love in fact).
We stopped off for chocolate and banana waffles along the way (a specialty in Belgium) and found ourselves at a little cafe (Vero Caffe) in one of the back streets. Oh. My. God. The BEST double espresso we have had in a long time. It would rival the best places in Brisbane. ...
... believe knowing how low my standards are.
So here we sit, 10pm and still over 30 degrees. I've consumed enough liquid today to fill the Hoover Dam. Still thirsty.
If I'm not cooked by tomorrow, my next blog will be arriving at your in box.
……and because you love looking at us……..
... In addition to the views, they had a great display of old tourism posters for Switzerland throughout the walk around the summit. We enjoyed overpriced beers while enjoying the views before heading back down. We split a pizza for lunch on the Lugano town square and it was back to the train station to return to Italy to catch our overnight train to Paris. After unexpected difficulties trying to find outlets and wi-fi in the Milan train station, we managed to retrieve ...
... once it arrived) the train was fairly long. So we got some seats. We journeyed out of the city, through some pretty towns and countryside - lots of animals around - everyone seems to have a few chickens, a goat and a donkey! After just over an hour, we arrived in Bruge and with what seemed to be almost the whole train, disembarked. Finding our way to the city was easy - follow the crowds!! We walked through a park just north of the train station and met with ...
... reminders. The rain fell heavier than normal, and Monday was clearly the day the locals spent piecing their city back together, restocking ready for the next influx, so I decided to hop on the train and spend an hour or two in Brussels.
I bid a fond farewell to Bruges, a city I now knew better than the back of my own hand, and enjoy -dured the painfully grim train back south.
My arrival in Brussels left me totally perplexed. This was not the ...