In Bruges

"Go to Bruges! Go to Bruges!"


That's all I've heard since I arrived in Belgium.  Curious, I travelled there yesterday to see what all of the fuss was about.  I expected a city of gold with canals filled with beer, and what I was greeted with was a conglomeration of stone streets and white people taking pictures.  I feel that I must make a full report in the form of a photo essay.

No milk, no honey.  Not a good start, Bruges.

Water fills these canals.  Water!!

Who is this man, and what has he done for me lately?  
I don't know the answer to either question.

Statue of a man with an erection riding a horse.  Not pictured: dignity.

Arg.

Bell tower.  Too loud!

Just leave me to my waffles...

I said leave me!

Finally!

A quick comparison:

Metro system: Brussels - Yes, Bruges - No

Peeing baby statue:  Brussels - Yes, Bruges - No

Functioning city government: Brussels - No, Bruges - Yes  (Ok, you win that one Brugge)

Has a Starbucks: Brussels - No, Bruges - No  (Tie)

Chocolate waffles: Brussels - Probably, Bruges - Yes

Winner: Brussels

That is my full report of Bruges.  I hope that this will save to from having to go there yourself.