goodbye bruges.

It was our final night in Bruges.

The Christmas Market.

A bitter cold wind swept across as we stepped out of the hotel door.

A cold afternoon in bruges.

Straight after lunch we headed out to explore.

Back in Bruges.

I've completely fallen for this city, and it didn't take me long to return.

Lincoln Christmas Market.

The Christmas Spirit has hit me, with a full, tinsel covered, carol singing, bauble breaking force.