Tuesday, 11 November 2014

The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking bruges.

We made our way through the lanes, passing by churches and chocolate shops, back towards the central square.

Meandering between the streets, we stumbled upon beer museums, a frittas museum, and the jewish Quarter of the city, home to the old Diamond House.





Each corner brought us a new stunning set of architecture, new doorways to tuck into and explore, and more chocolate shops to have a peek in.





Bruges is a fascinating city that so perfectly balances working industries, every day shops, and enough to keep a tourist amused. Seemingly, there are design studios under every building, and tucked between restaurants and art galleries, you'll find post offices and the local jewellers.

As we came back to the main square, the skies were dimming and the lights in the restaurant windows were just appearing. Boards were being placed out the front, enticing people into eat for the evening. 

As we were waiting for the bus, we decided to go up into the Museum and see what we could find. The Museum is around €8 to get in. However, it was just about to close, and so we decided to take a look round the next morning when we had a bit more time. Instead we headed straight up the grand staircase (via the museum shop of course), towards the Duvel bar, which lies at the top of the building. 


With a terrace that looks over the main square, the Duvel bar is a must. The beers are a little more expensive than in the restaurants below, but not by much, and the view more than makes up for the price. Take a seat out on the terrace area and watch the busy city below. 


As we finished the last of our beers, we saw the bus pull around the corner. Racing down the stairs, we hopped on and headed back to the apartment, for a night of even more beers, and the best truffles money can buy. 





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