more Brugge
My sleep in my little room was nice, if not a little lumpy. I walked down the hall to the bathroom last night and there on a ledge was Van Gogh's 'Room at Arles' which I mentioned below. I brought it into my room. Very nice. The furniture is almost the same. This morning I had the distinct impression of a cat walking on the mattress near the pillow. I could very clearly feel the depressions in the surface near me and when i would open my eyes It would disappear. When I closed them again, it come back. Clearly my room is haunted with the spirit of a cat.
Brugge on the other hand seems to be the holiday destination of the well heeled European. The people are mostly middle aged, garish taste and weather exposed leather skin. Sagging ochre tanned decolettage abound. The streets are packed with them and their more tatseful offspring and the shops are clearly in line with their needs. I saw this really nice, simple dress in a shop window and popped into chech the price; it was 138 Euro. A little steep for me. Nontheless, the streets are full of people, the streets a mash of bicycles, tiny cars, horse drawn carriages and SUV's. Yes, SUV's. I was also very surprised to see them in a tiny canal ridden place like Brugge.
I took a boat ride through the canals. Best 7 Euros spent apart from the bike ride. You pile into a boat with 20 other tourists and drift thoughtfully under the bridges and around corners. Other tourist boats pass and every time you go under a bridge, the other tourists looking down on you wave. And some wave back. I got on and sat next to a little boy:
Little Boy: Mommy, I don't want to sit next to a stranger.
Me: Well my name is Jill. There! We're not strangers anymore.
He scowled.
The mother: It's OK, she's from the States too.
Me: No, Canada.
She slightly scowled at me too.
I turned and faced the other direction.
The views from the boat were great, like postcards. I took lots. I wish I could show you but I'm not going to risk another loss and the new USB stick seems to be having troubles. Maybe this operating system needs an upgrade. Sorry. For now, no pictures.
I may hire another bike and zip around again. Apparently if you go past Damme you can ride to the Dutch border. Maybe I should take my passport for stamping?? It's the cobblestones that deter me. Other than the boat trip, I haven't done anything touristy. I don't really feel like standing in line to climb the 300 stairs to the town belfry this time around.
xoxo
Jill
Brugge on the other hand seems to be the holiday destination of the well heeled European. The people are mostly middle aged, garish taste and weather exposed leather skin. Sagging ochre tanned decolettage abound. The streets are packed with them and their more tatseful offspring and the shops are clearly in line with their needs. I saw this really nice, simple dress in a shop window and popped into chech the price; it was 138 Euro. A little steep for me. Nontheless, the streets are full of people, the streets a mash of bicycles, tiny cars, horse drawn carriages and SUV's. Yes, SUV's. I was also very surprised to see them in a tiny canal ridden place like Brugge.
I took a boat ride through the canals. Best 7 Euros spent apart from the bike ride. You pile into a boat with 20 other tourists and drift thoughtfully under the bridges and around corners. Other tourist boats pass and every time you go under a bridge, the other tourists looking down on you wave. And some wave back. I got on and sat next to a little boy:
Little Boy: Mommy, I don't want to sit next to a stranger.
Me: Well my name is Jill. There! We're not strangers anymore.
He scowled.
The mother: It's OK, she's from the States too.
Me: No, Canada.
She slightly scowled at me too.
I turned and faced the other direction.
The views from the boat were great, like postcards. I took lots. I wish I could show you but I'm not going to risk another loss and the new USB stick seems to be having troubles. Maybe this operating system needs an upgrade. Sorry. For now, no pictures.
I may hire another bike and zip around again. Apparently if you go past Damme you can ride to the Dutch border. Maybe I should take my passport for stamping?? It's the cobblestones that deter me. Other than the boat trip, I haven't done anything touristy. I don't really feel like standing in line to climb the 300 stairs to the town belfry this time around.
xoxo
Jill
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