Hotel Pavillon du Zoute
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... metres, and there wasn't a centimetre that was not decorated. We saw this group of women heading off on a boat trip down the canal, all dressed in Minnie Mouse gear. They had their champagne glasses full, and were ready for some fun. Wok photographed the delicious-looking cakes at our local patisserie, but I only had an éclair, and he only had bread and cheese for morning tea. They look tempting though, don't they? We trust all is well with you at home. With love, Lyn and ...
... early 1980s and has become one of Europe's most important and modern ports.
The Madonna of Bruges is a marble sculpture by Michelangelo of Mary with the infant Jesus.
Michelangelo's depiction of the Madonna and ...
... guy swapped between French and English without even thinking about it. I understood both! He deserved his tip at the end of the ride.
The next thing I wanted to do was the horse and buggy ride. These things are always controversial - lots of people think the horses are badly treated, not fed enough and worked too hard. However, we checked the horses out carefully and they all looked well fed - I couldn't see any ribs showing - ...
... back on the old staircase front. In fact, I’d say around 0.000324% had been reserved for getting up and down it (at least for us tourists). Every now and then I became embroiled in an unavoidable game of two-way tourist tetris, until someone managed to tuck their elbow up their ****, leaving just enough room for the backlog of bodies to tumble in to their next web of victims.
Fortunately, there are a number of rooms along the way, allowing you ...
... would be almost razed after sustained shelling at the end of October. However, the men’s ultimate sacrifice was rewarded with the liberation of Belgian Coast and Zeeland, and marked yet another turning point in the end of World War Two.
I took the train up from Brussels on Saturday night, and after an hour’s delay (during which the true fury of elderly Belgians was unleashed on the train conductor), I made it into the sleepy ...