Moules et Frites in Brugge
20.09.2013 - 21.09.2013 19 °F
We didn't make it time for moules et frites in Dunkirk. Instead we walked along the prom...
It is impossible not to reflect, remember and be thankful to all those who 'battled' on our behalf. And as the wind blew and the Channel went grey it prompted more than a few minutes of historical discussions amongst Team Bianca.
Arriving in Brugge (or Bruges), a city of beer and chocolate, honey and biscuits, (I know, sounds like paradise doesn't it) mere 1hr 40mins from Calais, Bianca trundled down narrow, winding cobbled streets until manoeuvring herself into our hotel's very James Bond car park via a lift (yes, a lift for Bianca and her Team) her tyres squealing on the immaculately painted floor.
Armed with a map, we set off for a wander. If you haven't been to this enchanting city...make a plan! We walked around for five hours, took a zillion photos...
had cups of tea, massive slice of chocolate cake (well, this is the centre of the universe for chocolate isn't it?) and then as the sun started to sink in the pure blue sky...local sweet dark beer for The Driver and something fizzy for The Navigator.
A handsome chap dressed as a waiter sold us two nuclear-strength cocktails off his well-balanced (as in gravity not content) tray. After photos taken by his gang of laughing pals we discover it's his stag 'do' and whatever he didn't sell he was going to have to drink. Such jollity!
We found my moules et frites...it wasn't difficult! They were fat and juicy and so were the frites....! We washed them down with something marvellous before we were joined by Team Rowe...their MkII Jag snuggled next to Bianca in 007's underground lair....and were kicked out a few hours later!
I just want to leave you with this...
He is Achilles Van Ackerman, Belgian Politician. I don't know any more but, seriously, when did you ever see a bust of someone wearing specs? And what's with the size of his tie???