Cyber Postcards: Bruges

There is so much to love about Bruges. The town is like a three-D postcard that is so stinkin’ beautiful, it’ll take you twice as long to get from point A to point B that it would anywhere else, since you‘ll be stopping and taking pictures of another ridiculously beautiful house, or church or canal every five steps.

My camera was full of these shots. What’s even worse? This is our second time here, so I have even more photos on my computer back home.

We stayed at our favorite B&B in Bruges. The room is beautiful and breakfast is wonderful. (There’s a little chocolate by your coffee cup in the morning. Maybe the world would be a better place if everyone had a little piece of chocolate with their coffee in the morning. I should look into this.)

The weather was (still) beautiful, so we decided to go to the northeast edge of town where the windmills are.

There were four total, but only one was working. You could go in and see it action.

After we laid on the grass for awhile and admire them some more against the blue sky, we walked along the canal and found a barge from Holland going through the locks. This was a huge barge, with a spacious owner’s cabin, complete with car and dog. I guess the equivalent in the States would be a truck driver with a decked out cab.
We saw the whole process, raising the bridge, getting the barge into to lock, closing the lock, lowering the water level, and then out the other lock.

Back to the center of Bruges, we went to a church (I already forgot which one) and saw the one Michelangelo sculpture that left Italy in his lifetime:

Happily, Bruges has tourist who will take a photo of you if you return the favor.

Here’s one by the windmills, taken by a Englishman from Essex.

Here’s some nice shots by a girl from Singapore. (I have to give her and her friend credit, it was a 24 hour flight from them to get there, and they only had a week in Europe. That’s dedication.)