Bruges, Brugges, Brugge – there are as many variations on the name as there are languages spoken in this medieval town.
I visited in late autumn, and found a magical town. Bruges is a delight for wandering, for eating, for museums (an exhibition of the Flemish Primitives was showing) – and for chocolate. I was lucky enough to see the famous Dog of Bruges before he died. The old town is criss-crossed with canals, and cars are few.
A delightful place to explore the past. This photo brings back the smell of damp leaves after a crisp autumn day.