Royal Astrid Hotel
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A new statistic for us was that amongst the allies of commonwealth there were 1.2m Indians soldiers serving and 900k Chinese providing labour behind the lines.
So we are sitting on a train to Munich (via Frankfurt) as we begin to make our way down to Croatia. Which gives me some time to tap away at the keyboard and reflect on the past few days since we left Paris.
From Paris we went to Brugge - a beautiful little place in Belgium that has elements of a fairytale. Perhaps more normal if you live in Europe, but for us the cobblestones ...
... in small squares commemorating an important Bruggian. ( I don't know if that's a word!) I even took a couple of picturesque photos from a public bathroom window! Sometimes one enters a doorway off the street to find another world inside - gardens, sculptures, open walking areas and museum entrances. We are packed up and ready to leave bright and early in the morning! I have always wanted to come to Bruges and now that I have seen it I can say it is truly ...
... dismissive, funny, witty and opinionated. He told us good places to visit, where not to eat and why, a brief history about the city and it was good to hear it all from a young person's point of view. He also told us the best chocolate, Cote D’or, was available in supermarkets, and to not waste our time in fancy shops. We still did though because it smelt so good and we got free samples! He also said Belgian people don’t eat their famous ...
... out of the city to a town called Damme. Most of the journey was down a canal path and being a beautiful Saturday morning, cyclists were everywhere. There was a mixture of the "Lycra" gang as our guide called them, yelling at the recreational and tourist riders to get out of their way. Gee did I miss it. I just wanted to jump on the back of them and go for it! When we got to Damme they we all there enjoying their ...