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Today has been a bobby-dazzler. We left home in parkas, because it was fairly cold outside, but within half an hour we were wanting to shed them. It stayed lovely and sunny, with no wind, all day. Wok had read that there was a flower market in one of the squares today, so of course that was our first port of call. The area was a full town block long, and about seventy metres wide, and full of plants. It was a feast for your eyes, and I wished I could justify buying ...
In the last half of the 19th century, Bruges became one of the
world's first tourist destinations attracting wealthy British and French
tourists. By 1909 it had in operation an association ...
... us a proper carton. Much appreciated!
Get back to the hotel and discover that the room I thought I'd booked has turned into a self contained apartment. And it was big! So nice! We'd already checked out a few restaurants and realised that prices were a bit high, so having the bonus of a small kitchen was fantastic!
Now to food. The food is good, but nowhere near as exciting as France. It's also a little bit on ...
... settled in to a local patisserie and watched the world go by over a croissant and doppio espresso. With the fuel light off, I spent the next few hours weaving majestically around the centre, straight through the middle of the Markt and to the door of its immense belfry, Berg, through the shopping districts of Steenstraat and Wollestraat, and out toward Minnewater Lake.
Minnewater Lake is as important to Bruges as it is picturesque. It marks the control ...
... realized exactly what it would entail, and I started feeling a bit nervous. This was to be no ordinary memorial ceremony – the part that I had my eye on was a 33-35 kilometre "walk" from Hoofdplaat, Netherlands to Knokke, Belgium, following the route that the Canadian army took in 1944.
What was I thinking? However, like some of my more memorable travel moments, I decided to go for it. I might end up curled up crying in a polder ...