Hotel De Krakele
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... waited. After ferry started pedaling and skipped the tourist town and hugged the coast along the dune tops when possible. We were pleased with our route that shaved off extra kms.
-we said no to food in the supposedly quaint inland town and headed out to the touristy coastal town where there were many options. We settled on Italian and split a pizza and a salad. It was pretty good ...
... belfry, which we wanted to climb as the guidebook promised spectacular views.
Thus we set off, ultimately aiming for the center of town, though naturally detouring a bit whenever I saw something spiky, as I simply cannot resist gothic architecture. Our first stop was the Minnewater Lake and the Gunpowder Tower. For a first view of the city and introduction to its charms, one could hardly ask for better.
The Beguinage ...
... roasted fennel with a curry powder, and greens. We both practically licked all of our plates clean. After lunch, we attempted to do more in one afternoon/evening than one should ever try to do in Paris in a matter of hours. A visit to the Panthéon, a walk to and around the outside of the Notre Dame, a visit to the deportation memorial, a quick trip to the Île Saint Louis for gelato, a shower at the hotel, a trek through the Louvre, a long walk from the Louvre up the ...
... and Summer will be twice more expensive than the price we got. The scene from hotel's dining room is marvelous, also the breakfast.
If you are a food lover, don't miss the steamed mussels. It costs approximately 18-24 euros per person, and it's worth trying. And if you take a stroll along the street, it's really hard to miss the warm and sweet smell of waffles. Anyway, it was ...
... about alleviating my worries with yet more of Belgium’s finest tipples. As Sofie retired with the underage, I was left in the hands of Esthelle and Dylan, eager to give me a taste of Belgian nightlife.
We headed to Kuipersstraat, packed with bars and clubs heaving with youthful locals, rowdy and in high spirits. I have no idea where I ended up but as Dylan conversed with friends, Esthelle’s increasingly-obvious advances hit new heights and as ...