Bubba started from Sacramento California 13 days ago. He vowed to go east as far as he could. He is now going west in order to go east again. It made sense at the time.
I parked the rental car in the square next to the truck. It won’t stand out. Nobody will figure out I’m an American. Just a couple of Belgian cars, right?
I wish this was the rental!
We were welcomed by this stylish, sinister gent and his two ladies. The guy on the far right seems to have his doubts about this group.
Monsieur Sinister and his ladies seem to be watching me. Maybe not. I’m sure they are just local citizens out for a stroll.
Bruges is another city where the old buts up against the really old.
The art and architecture blend into a space where you walk around with your head back and your mouth open.
I feel like someone unusual is watching me. Wait, no, nobody unusual here.
I found this guy and shook his hand. He looked like a good guide I asked if he would be my friend and he said it looked like the beginnings of a beautiful friendship.
He said his name was Rick Blaine and he had a little café in Casablanca. He showed me some of the old and new and new old buildings. Plenty of light, plenty of windows.
Whoa! Sometimes you shouldn’t look in the windows. Are we back in Amsterdam??
Bruges has its own set of canals that give you a good view of some it the city’s finest buildings.
I still have that feeling of being followed. Are peacocks waterfowl?
I mentioned the movie “Monuments Men” in the last post. Bruges too has a work of art that was recovered by those WWII heroes. The Madonna of Bruges by Michelangelo.
No joking to do here. This is a work of art that truly leaves you standing still in front of it with no words to utter. Its mere presence compels you to walk quietly and with reverence.
Straying into too much culture again. I finally found a museum I like, The Bruges Beer Museum. And I have a token!!
Now this is the stuff. The Beer Museum gives you an iPad to guide you through and at the end you exchange it for three drink tokens or six if your companion doesn’t drink.
Properly beered up with for real Belgian Ale, it is time to put my earlier paranoia away about strangely garbed people following me away and get back to the hotel.
I sense a move to the east would be in order.