Oh, lovely romantic Brugge. Andy and I took a day trip here while in Belgium. Brugge is a charming town with winding streets, quaint cafes and shops, and picturesque sights.
The romantic Lake of Love in Minnewater Park. Legand has it, Minna was in love with Stromberg, a warrior from a nearby tribe. Minna’s Father forbid their love and arranged for her to marry another. Minna ran away into the forest, and when her love, Stromberg, finally found her, she died in his arms. The lake was named after her, and the bridge considered to be the bridge of love. They say if you walk across the bridge with your partner, you will have eternal love.


Founded in 1245, the ‘Princely Beguinage Ten Wijngaarde’ aka Princely Beguinage of the Vineyard was a community of pious single or widowed women, who lived quietly and simply. In 1927 it became a convent for Benedictine nuns.

Lots of the legendary swans on and by the canals.
Brugge had all things chocolate too. I mean all things..

Brugge is full of canals, the Reien. Some call it the “Venice of the North.”
The Church of Our Lady. It took two centuries to build, 13th-15th.
The money shot, their most photographed place. The Quay of the Rosary. (Not a perfect angle but there are, obviously, a lot of tourists wanting to take the exact same picture.) This is where the Groenerei and Dijver canals meet. It used to be a salt port in the Middle Ages, when salt was as valuable as gold. 
Burg Square. 
The Gothic Stadhuis (Town Hall) was built in 1376 and has been the site of their government for over 600 years. 
The Basilica of the Holy Blood.
The Market Square. It has been used as a market place since 958. 




Market Square in anchored by the Belfry Tower. The Belfry is 83 meters tall and has been around since the 13th century.


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Pierre Marcolini, a Belgian chocolatier.










It was the best sandwich experience of my life. Andy and I have tried (obviously not as successfully) to duplicate cheese baguettes at home. The secret is the honey.

















Galeries Royales St. Hubert aka the Royal Galleries of Saint Hubert opened in 1847. It is a beautiful glass domed shopping arcade, filled with high end clothing stores (didn’t go in), cafes (skipped), and fancy chocolate shops (yes, please.)









Andy thinking on our favorite mural. A little TMI, but we decided it looked like an evil fetus crowning during delivery. Yeah…






















Kiki and the kids by the infamous Little Mermaid statue. From this picture, you can see how small it actually is, and all the tourists usually surrounding it.









































Dipping our feet to cool off after the playground. They wanted to get in, but we weren’t gonna go home in wet clothes. Sooo…
