This year we celebrated the start of
summer with Memorial Day weekend, just like Americans are supposed to do.
We made a four-day weekend of it and drove to Brugge, the most famous tourist
town in Belgium. Despite dull and dreary weather, the visit was all we
could hope for. For our Brugge diary, I am resorting to the photo-album
format again. It's easier on this end and, as it turns out, it tells our
story.
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Our first shock: Our tank of gas cost more than 75 US dollars: $5.35
a gallon or so for the high-octane fuel our car needs and deserves. The
euro is 30% higher than it was a year ago so our cost of living, and driving,
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Shortly after arriving in Belgium, we traded the "autobahn" for a side
road and ended up in Scherpenheuvel. In the center of town this 17th
century church has been a stop on pilgimmage routes for hundreds of years.
It was quiet for our Friday visit and it had a very pleasant, calming
feel.
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The building itself even seemed to be resting. Certainly the maintenance
crew had rested because there were trees sprouting from the roof. However,
even this contributed to the overall peace of the place. A great first-stop.
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The rest of our trip was uneventful. We reached Brugge, found our way
past the moat and inside the wall, found our hotel, and were soon walking
around. It didn't take long to see this was a special place. Parts of
Brugge are very polished - and touristy. The roof of the Old Recorder's
house glowed with golded decoratiomns from Brugge's glory.
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The main town square also glowed in the evening. This picture was shot
at about 930pm as we strolled through the slow summer sunset. Like at
home in Frankfurt, night darkenss doesn't happen until after 10:00pm.
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In the morning, we went out to the canal that runs around much of the
old city. In medieval times, it served as both the main highway from
the sea and a protective moat. Today it's a perfect place for a stroll.
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A few of the old windmills stand along the canal. One of these still
grinds grain as it has for hundreds of years. We had first seen these
all-rotating wooden windmills in Ukraine several years ago and the engineering
- and longevity - still impresses me.
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After our early walk we wandered through the back streets. Food started
showing up everywhere. I think if we lived here, we'd use neighborhood
delicatessens for half our meals!
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Like Venice, Brugge was built with canals as main roads. Today they
serve swans, ducks, and tourist boats but there is nothing more peaceful
than these reflecting ponds and the old stone bridges.
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Tourist boats. Lots of tourist boats. Normally we are not fond of crowds
but, in this case, seeing so many smiling faces made crowds fun.
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Speaking of smiling faces, the Brugge Lace and Folkcraft Centre was
filled with them. Hand-made Belgian lace was originally part of the thriving
textile business in Brugge, but today machines have taken over most of
the production. But lacemaking was always a social event too and so has
been revived as a way to keep traditions alive.
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Even young kids spend time with bobbins and thread.
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This is a piece of average complexity - for the adults. Some lacemakers
had patterns with dozens of small wooden spindles and complex spinderwebs
of thread leading to quite intricate designs.
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The finest designs were still in the old pieces. This detail from the
Folkcraft Museum shows a level of artistry that is hard to imagine.
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Of course no Old-Europe visit is complete without a stop at a chapel,
church, or cathedral. We saw some of all but this small chapel next to
the Folkcraft Museum had the most "interesting" altarpiece. I suppose
we should have gotten the full story, but I'm not sure I want to know!
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Besides lace, Brugge and Belgium are most famous for chocolat. Brugge
chocolat-makers range from the big and famous - Godiva - to the small
and friendly. Sampling the treats of the Dumon family kitchen, we had
to agree with our guide book that small is better. Yes, better than Godiva.
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We also had to buy some lace examples. Even our little car
can hold such souvenirs. Of the dozens of shops in town, we were charmed
by Echte Kant and her family operation. In this picture she is holding
the piece we bought, a piece she said she made herself. Whether all these "home
made" stories are true or not, the friendliness of the story tellers
seemed quite genuine.
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One more walk through town and past the canals and we were ready to
settle down in Brugge.
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For the most part, the canal bridges of Brugge are still being used.
Cars and trucks drive over structures that may be hundreds of years old.
But the better use may be just to sit on the bridge with a friend.
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On our return trip, we took a slight detour to the North, into Netherlands.
The Atlantic coast and the coastal countryside was beautiful and, now
that the sun came out, we could travel top-down. This Dutch windmill
is relatively modern with a stationary base and a rotating top. Next
time, we need to take pictures of the newest windmills, those based on
these traditional designs and now sprouting up all over Europe to make
electricity.
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