When I was a small child I hated taking afternoon naps because I didn’t want to miss out on anything that was happening around me while I slept. This feeling is particularly strong when I’m out there on the road. Especially in a vibrant place like the historic center of Bruges. A million doors are closed to me here just as in all the other towns I’ve visited,
yet I know lives are happening behind every single door, and I wonder how it is possible to see it all. Every door beckons me inside;
every unknown road,
blind alley,
and secret garden call my name;
even interesting multifunctional, literal holes in the wall
challenge me to come in for a closer look:
And I happily oblige because particularly here in Bruges, there are tons of photo ops for all those close up shots…
even if it really takes a wide angle view to take in the heart of the city:
Hmmm, and I still haven’t gotten to the food and fashion bits about Bruges yet. Let’s do that tomorrow.
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