Le Coquin B&B
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TravelPod Member ReviewsLe Coquin B&B Brugge
Love place.. He has a cat named Indra who is faaat... like the size of a small terrier. The owner is laid back, the place is absolutely lovely, the rooms are massive, the bathroom is excellent.. just love it! Highly recommended.
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After dropping the bikes off and having a quick feed, we went and saw Luc Vanlaere . He is a famous musician who plays all of his own compositions on a variety of harps (orchestral, classical, meditation one, one with 240 strings he had crafted… and some others!). All hand made, no electronics or synthetic sounds. What a character! It was free entry, with donations welcomed. ...
... Flemish food is fabulous.
We took a train from Amsterdam to Antwerp and then changed to a train to Bruges. Our hotel is comfy and we are all sharing one large room. Breakfasts are excellent! We each have our own "world" in this room we all share, where we keep our own stuff - pretty much.
Now I am going all Wikipedia on you for the interesting facts. The oldest traces of human activity date just after Julius ...
... country style pâté and salad with coarse whole wheat bread, Flemish beef stew cooked with beer with apple sauce and frites, pana cotta covered with chocolate sauce and egg liqueur. The frites are delivered by the 'frites angel' walking around the restaurant as they are cooked. Delicious and very hot and crispy. We enjoyed the perfect weather with an evening walk before hitting the ...
After my hotel breakfast I packed up and dropped my biohazardous used needs at the hospital across the street. I went for a walk around the Northeaster section of the city. There were lots of old windmills which I recognized from my trip to the Deutche museum. I also saw St. Sebastian's Archers Guild and the Gezzel Museum (Gezzel was a poet). The gardens behind the museum had a funny statue of a shoeless man trying to light a cigarette with ...
... settled next to a gentile-looking white haired man and unzipped his bag. That’s the last I would see of James. As the 1058 to Brussels was called, I headed for the platform, scarf in hand (partly as there were no bins around and partly because I feared James was watching my every move).
Having wandered through the hoards of confused tourists who’d flopped off the Eurostar and were leaking in to Brussels train station, I pointlessly studied ...