In Bruges

Bruges is for lovers (and tourists).

Our last day trip from Brussels was to the much fawned over Bruges. Two things were very clear during our visit: 1. Bruges is a beauty. 2. Her dance card is full.

Unlike in Ghent, it was very easy to find our way from the train station to the center of town. We just followed the masses. If Bruges is this busy in the winter, I’d be tempted to skip it altogether in the summer. At one point a mother in line ahead of me while I was getting a waffle kept complaining that there was no where to sit down to eat in all of Bruges. All the cafes and restaurants were full up. Mike and I didn’t investigate her claims much further, but by peeking through a few cafe windows in the square, she seemed to be correct.

Of course, all those tourists are in Bruges for a reason. It’s a really pretty town.

Mike and I spent our day milling about the town, eating waffles, and stopping into another Medieval cellar bar. We tried to ignore the throngs of other visitors and a pervasive feeling that you’re trapped inside a diamond company commercial. Still, not a bad day spent in one of Europe’s best preserved towns.

xo, jill