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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Pets allowed
- Continental Breakfast
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... there is a Madonna and Child sculpture by Michelangelo. It was wonderful to see such a beautiful work of art. It has an interesting history. It was brought to Bruges in Michelangelo's lifetime, where it stayed till it was removed to Paris by order of Napoleon. After Waterloo in 1815, it was returned. In 1944 it was stolen by German soldiers, hidden in a Red Cross van, and taken to Austria, where It was discovered some time after the war had ended, and again returned to its ...
... and new connections with
the sea were built, but without much success, as Antwerp became
increasingly dominant. Bruges became impoverished and gradually faded in
importance; its population dwindling from 200,000 ...
Good name for a movie...? Well, not sure what I expected from Bruges and while I have enjoyed it, I think the Alsace region of France was better. Please note - I am trying not to be biased! Yes, I love all things French.
Okay, so here are my thoughts. We arrived on Wednesday afternoon, after hassle free train journeys from Strasbourg - Paris - Brussels - Bruges. Trains all on time and easy to find. Our hotel room was not ...
Our next stop will be Utrecht in Holland, and we will be staying with Rianne who I met in Paris, so we wanted to buy her a gift for letting us stay. We went to one of the famous chocolate streets and bought her 1kg of chocolate with an assortment of every flavour they had.
After that, Joanna, Bethany and I rested in the common room of the hostel for a while, before heading out for some traditional Flemish stew. We found a great cheap place called the Stew ...
... semi-declothed, around **** knows o’clock.
I awoke with a hangover concocted in the deepest lairs of hell, that’d been syringed in to my ear whilst I slept by the awoken gargoyles of Bruges. With a stomach that bubbled like a witch’s cauldron, and a head on quick spin, there was little room for breakfast.
Despite my unease, today would be my last full day here and I was determined to make the most of it. As the sun teased ...