I'll never attend a Renaissance Festival the same way again, because now I've been in a genuine medieval city, Brugge. It was huge in the 1400s; a center of finance and commerce like New York; and only about 15 minutes by train from where we were docked. Five of us had the day off so we went exploring. It was my first exposure to European trains and I was pretty intimidated and reliant on help from our Welsh shipmate, but honestly it was quite straightforward, as well as clean, fast, and modern. Delightfully, one of our fellow passengers overheard us chatting in English and introduced himself as a tour guide in the city. He gave us some fun tips on places to go and things to see, and we in turn told him the best way to visit the Galeon.
Here in no particular order, a photo dump from the city. It was actually far cooler than this, a lot of our best memories came from inside museums, and from walking the streets from the train station, neither of which conveys well. You can definitely see the age, though!
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| Food-wise, I wanted to taste Belgian chocolate, Belgian waffles, and Belgian Trappist ale while in the country, and managed all three this day. The melted chocolate sauce for the waffles was insane! |
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