Brugge is for us, what a lovely town

We arrive in Bruges –
The difference between Bruges and other cities is that the in latter, you look about for the picturesque, and don’t find it easily, while in Bruges, assailed on every side by the picturesque, you look curiously for unpicturesque, and don’t find it easily. – British novelist Arnold Bennett, the Journals (1896-1931)
We made a slight miscalculation on the way to Brugge. We went during rush hour on the train. Wow the train station was crazy. As soon as we arrived in Brugge Trish was excited. She could tell that she was going to enjoy this town. She has a sense about these things. We headed straight for a B&B to get a room. We walked in and asked for four nights stay and were told only two nights, as Trish immediately responds we we’ll take it. She could tell she likes it. This place is adorable. 16th century house with modern decor and feel. Grand Ceilings with 11foot doors. The feeling of an artist living in our midst, like behind any of these doors we would find a studio, with numerous works in production. Trish and Luts shall be long time friends.





Headed to a local place for dinner, a bar/ restaurant with a great beer list. And oh was it ever great, and massive. Way too many beers to get our heads wrapped around, but we get a few excellent ones and a nice bite. Flemish Onion soup for Trish and a Steak and Frites for Chris. Off to explore the city. I have totaly lost my sense of direction. All of the towns seem to have a flow, but I can't figure out this one. Having great time getting lost though. A great town known as a beer town, but not very many "pubs" around. We circle a few times in dismay and wonderment and find a pub with beer and 80's music. Chat with a fellow from Canada, he has to give us grief about losing the tournament. What tournament, does he actually mean the Olympics? He is traveling with an English couple. They are much more interested in the "American couple" Cheers. Back to the B and B. good night.