Well, we've shown pictures of Brugge from the ground and then from the water,
so now on our third day in the city, we took pictures from above. We climbed
the 13th century bell tower which has been peeking up in various pictures
from the past two days. The stairs are what one might call challenging
and ropes are strung across the spiral staircase to help reduce the
chance of falling (whee). This picture is looking east and
you can see one of the little lagoons that connect the canals, as well
as the major guild halls (left near the bottom).
To the north, you can see two of the windmills that lie on the edge of Brugge.
Everything beyond the windmills constitutes the suburbs of Brugge and
beyond that, a few miles into the fields, lies the border with the Netherlands.
Looking the other direction, to the south, Brugge's oldest church dominates the
view. While we were in the bell tower the carillon went off, playing
some random minuet. The bells are suspended all around the observation
area, so it was quite certainly one of the loudest experiences of my life.
And finally, we have the view to the west, and down. This is actually an aerial
view of the other side of the Markt, showing (rather nicely I might say)
the brightly colored guild houses, the restaurants in front of them, and
the flags of the various provinces of Belgium that surround the center
of the square. On our way back from the bell tower we visited the
Lace Museum featuring the various types of lace and some historical examples
(mostly really old cuffs). After the lace museum we visited Brugge's
local art museum, at least until we were kicked out at 5:00 for closing
That night we ate at yet another cute little restaurant. After an interesting
variety on vegetable soup we had steaks and salads and after dinner David tried
genever (the Dutch form of gin), while Melanie stuck with kir. This
picture was taken just before dinner on a rather misty evening. The
restaurant in the foreground is where we ate the very first night.