As well as being a blatant attempt to get search engine traffic from people innocently interesting in watching the In Bruges, this is genuinely where Bee and I were last week.
Here is a picture of a chocolate shop to prove it:
So there, now you know it must be true.
What do you mean I could have just got that off flickr? How distrustful you are. I see your point though, it is the kind of thing I would do, so here is another one of Bee posing next to a decidedly frozen canal:
(Can you see what I’m doing here? This is basically a modern-day version of being made to sit through your dodgy uncle’s dreadful slide show of his holiday photos. Are you bored yet?)
Despite the cold, the eurostar delays and the dodgy chicken shop Bee insisted we eat in on Friday lunchtime, we had a very lovely time, wandering the medieval cobbled streets, admiring the beautiful architecture, appreciating Bruges as an influential centre of Flemish art… Who am I kidding, we mainly looked in chocolate shops and drank a lot of hot milk with chunks of chocolate melted in it. I did make Bee go in a gallery, but I’m not sure we quite embraced the spirit of it. There was someone filming in the first room we went in, and I dared Bee to walk behind the interviewee and cough loudly. Childish.
I also made her climb up The Belfrey, but only by promising that she could vandalise it when she got to the top by scrawling her initials on the wall in green highlighter pen. Bad mummy. Still, lovely views… (seamless link to next slide):
We were spared having to try out our Flemish, as fortunately we seemed to be instantly recognisable as English and therefore hopeless at foreign languages. I’m not sure what gave it away, I’m thinking perhaps it was that classically British trait of having no sense of style:
Only joking Bee!
We certainly seemed to be giving off signals of some kind though. We were accosted by a man dressed as a knight in a small shopping precinct at one point. “Ahh! You look English,” he said, stopping us and kissing my hand, “are you from London?”
“No,” we replied cautiously, a little scared that he seemed to be just wandering round like an escaped lunatic.
“Ahhh! Grimsby then?”
Anyway, suffice to say a festive, if not slightly frosty time was had by all, and I managed not to come back a stone heavier. Result.