In the train station in Brugge I found a magazine with Spanky in it.
Getting ripped apart by horses was the equivalent of the electric chair today. You had to take the guys clothes off first, so the onlookers can see his legs and arms ripping off unobstructed. I wonder what this guy didn't believe in?
Brugge is also very pretty.
But word on the street is that they build new buildings in an old style to keep the place feeling old and quaint. It did have a sort of Disneyland feel to it.
A very old and medieval church.
This is the interior of that church.
They have pretty canals too, with great trees reaching into them.
We went on a day the museums were closed, and in doing so missed a great deal of must-see paintings while in Belgium. Van Eyck's and the like. A bummer. But it was just a day trip for us from Gent, so we would have rather stayed outside walking and seeing the place. Next time we'll see the art.
"Have we so soon forgotten those four years of terrible carnage, the greatest war of all time; forgotten the millions of men who gave their lives, who made the supreme sacrifice and who today, beneath the soil of France and Belgium, sleep the eternal sleep?" -Frank B. Kellogg
"Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind." -Bruce Lee
The canal was mostly clean, but I did find some fascinating flotsam.
A boatload of tourists, literally.
Forgive me for trying to "get artsy" with my shot. Deanna's little body lends a sense of scale.
This photo was two steps to the left of that last photo. This place is crazy.