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A Duvel, Please
... more of the war stuff. Dad accompanied me even though the war was never a big interest of his. We parked in the town and went to a couple bookstores, where I bought some books. We also went to a pub recommended by Aunty J and ordered the daily special; this day it was lamb stew, scallopped potatoes and a hearty soup. Very rich, very filling and very good. These were washed down with a couple pintje. Dad had been fighting a cold ...
Brugge,Bicycles & Big Blues
... The city was discovered by the international tourism and the medieval heritage turned out to be a new source of wealth for the 'Venice of the North'.
A series of canals circle the old town and run through to the old port area..Damme. In 1811 Napoleon had one large canal built ,which had direct links between Brugge & Damme..
In Brugge, I am amazed at the presevation and condition here,the cobblestone roads to the ...
I Ate Satan Last Night & Awoke In Fairytale Land
I arrived in Brugge or Bruges, depending upon where you are reading it or to whom you are speaking. Not sure of the different reasons for spelling but it likely has something to do with a French vs. Dutch thing, as both live here. I am just going to call it Bruges for now on.
So I arrived at the Grand Hotel Casselburg and "grand" is appropriate nomenclature. ...
Why hello Brugge
rewind... last night
After dinner and a short nap we decided to head out on the town.. the origional plan was to check out this bar called the Celtica for one euro beer and then go to a few other places around the area, but as usual, origional plans never really go as intended. Well we got to the Celtica anyway and watched the football game, during which an older man kept offereing for me to stand in front of his chair and talking to me in ...
A day in Ieper
... few picture of ducks (there are always ducks on my vacations) and then crossed a foot bridge and followed the path into and under the ramparts I had crossed over a few days earlier.
That morning I'd had a bit of a bad shock. I found that my camera batteries were not charging. I had tried them in London and they had worked, but they were not charging here. If they wouldn't work then I couldn't take pictures for the rest ...