June 21, 2014 § 2 Comments
I never thought that I would fall in love with a northern European city, especially not in Belgium. And yet… I couldn’t help but swoon a little bit as Mr. Italian took me on a very extensive stroll through Brugges.
We’re in Belgium for a week, staying in a smaller town outside of a small town outside of Brugges. And while most of the trip revolves around weddings and families, our first day was spent by ourselves, stocking up on all things good: chocolates and pastries and frizzy drinks. All while admiring colorful, neat architecture. This city did not let us down, and I can see why he always goes on and on about how glorious it is. Because it is glorious.
It is small and compact; easy to navigate. Surrounded by a river and a green, green park. Scattered with various canals. A juxtaposition of time and style. From the old:
And, sprinkled through it all, beautiful flowers of all colors and shapes:
(and I do mean all colors!):
We started out getting energized at Cafe’ Vero, a quaint coffee shop that serves surprisingly scrumptious macchiato and homemade almond/apple pastries. I am a proud, new fan of Coffee Nation, the brand of espresso beans that they use.
And then it was time for a stroll through all of the typical snapshots of the city: bicycles, funky iron sculptures, and arches.
I could not get over how neat and tidy everything was- even the trash sitting outside seemed to be on some sort of display:
And how positive all of the wall decorations were:
And look at all of the eccessive and perfect architecture:
And at all of the intricate doors:
And at all of the crazy chocolate creations. And at these marzipan rolls of every possible taste:
And, of course, there’s always the pointy architecture that makes me feel like I am walking in a Wrinkle in Time cookie-cutter neighborhood that’s got a lot of spunk:
After some sightseeing and art museum browsing, it was time for another refreshment stop at The One, a wine nook tucked away from the main streets and backed up to a park with harp music wafting from all directions:
Then we stumbled upon an evil nun spying on us from the rootfop:
And Les Miz-inspired wall art:
And I even found a little slice of Austin, TX:
The we took a stroll around the park that surrounds the city, which had inspirational stones scattered throughout (like this one: every day offers me something, and I offer something to the day).
And, to tie it all up, we had tomato soup and mussels with fries. Because there seem to be a lot of traditional meals here, but none of them are complete without fries (or something else that is fried):
All in all, a good little city. Even despite its coldness- it definitely does not feel like summertime! Especially at night, when temperatures drop into the single digits and I wonder why I did not bring a winter coat- and why all of the other classily-yet-barely-clad girls aren’t using theirs.