Brugge

The labour laws here in Belgium enforce a maximum working hour week for everyone, scumbag contractors included. So I had to take Sunday off. My arms were almost twisted off before I agreed.

Considering the time I’ve spent in Antwerp in the last six months, somehow it’s the first day I’ve had to look around. So I jumped on a train to Brugge. A ridiculously pretty place (despite Winter launching another attempt at a take over). Lots of old buildings. Clearly maintained for tourists now, but a city that has a thousand years of history and is still in good condition will be a draw for tourists. And that’s what I was today.  Plenty to keep me entertained for a day. Some photos if you are interested.