Maison Bousson Bed & Breakfast
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
TripAdvisor Reviews Maison Bousson Bed & Breakfast Brugge
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... the ride and packed up and headed to lunch. Enjoyed one final lunch together then needed to say goodbyes and we left for the train station. Train ride to Brussels was very nice - both for the ride and processing all the wonderful people and adventures that was just completed. Arrived at the train station and realized the roads once again were really confusing. Walked a good distance in the wrong direction through the city with all my luggage until I found a subway station - then I ...
... 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 ...
After a good night's sleep and restful morning we caught the train to Brugge. We bought senior's tickets and without realizing any difference sat in first class. Another passenger disabused us of where we were not to be and we moved down the train to second class. Minna was horrified as she was never 'second class' before. It meant four seats across instead of three. For less than an ...
... which is moving in itself, and in the usual way there is a hole in the wall containing a detailed of list of all those buried there and a visitor's book. These are always very moving as you read of people visiting the graves of their relatives.Some of the graves had clay poppies on them, made and painted by children and inscribed on the reverse.
The Menin Road is now flat and characterless, with modern, small and unexciting buildings interspersed ...
... like a tin can by the boot of an SS soldier, I was filled with sincerity and sorrow for him. I’m almost certain his plans for a romantic four day jaunt to a city literally dripping in love and lust hadn’t incorporated a morning of heavy boozing whilst stumbling from stranger to stranger, spilling all and sundry before them.
We spoke for some time; my heartfelt words of reassurance occasionally perforated by his random outbursts of anguish ...