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It’s Better In Bruges

Colin Farrell being all kinds of hottt In Bruges. I haven't seen it yet but people always ask if you ever mention Bruges.

Colin Farrell being all kinds of hottt In Bruges. I haven’t seen it yet but people always ask if you ever mention Bruges.

I thought I would cry while watching Frozen but I didn’t.  Over the holidays, I spent four days in Bruges, Belgium which kind of reminded me of spending time in a medieval animated movie.  I had done a fair bit of recon on what cities had the best Christmas markets and Bruges consistently came up on the best tourist list.  It was once of the only places where Christmas market doesn’t shut down, well after Christmas.  My kind of town! But guess what, it’s even better

My 3-yr old niece is obsessed and chides her mom, "Hug your sister!" then sings with dramatic emotion Let It Go. She also likes to wear a side braid a la Elsa.

My 3-yr old niece is obsessed and chides her mom, “Hug your sister!” then sings with dramatic emotion Let It Go. She also likes to wear a side braid a la Elsa.

There was so much to do in this cobblestone town, filled with craft beer, chocolate shops, vintage laces and charm.  Set amid a network of canals, the best way to explore this pretty postcard was to wander aimlessly among its star patterned streets.  All streets lead to the central square where you will find The Burg, cathedrals and gothic mansions.

Being an avid art lover, I found a series of intimate galleries featuring the works of the Dutch and Flemish masters, among them Van Dyck and Hans Memling.  My favourite places to take it all in were Groeningemuseum and Memlingmuseum.

This is the image of beautiful Christmas Bruges that sold me. It was better in real life.

This is the image of beautiful Christmas Bruges that sold me. It was better in real life.

Belgium is known for its chocolate, beer, waffles and moules frites.  It was kind of embarrassing when I ordered Moules Frites and a giant pot came to my table.  I made a valiant effort but the waiter tsk’ed tsk’ed my inability to finish the entire serving.  The afternoon snack of choice was of the crepe variety – I often found a homey spot and let the smell of waffles permeate my hair for the afternoon.  Watch as they make homemade crepes in this tiny café – Creperie de Bretoen.  I would love to go back to Bruges, perhaps in the summertime to enjoy some drinks al fresco and take a canal tour.

Moules frites is le diner de champions...not ladylike but whatever.

Moules frites is le diner de champions…not ladylike but whatever.

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