Tag: Bruges

I’ve been wanting to visit Bruges ever since I saw the Colin Farrell film last year, and I finally got the chance today.

Our hotel is right next to get to know old and it’s just a short train ride to Bruges from there. We passed through Ghent on the way there.

We managed to see most of the locations from the movie.

The Belfry Of Bruges and Grote Markt where much of the film takes place.

The Basilica Of The Holy Blood, where Ray gets dragged for the day before his date and has a flashback to his botched job.

The grotesques and the rosetta stone outside The City Hall and The Vismarkt by the canal that Harry chases Ray past at the end of the film.

The hotel that the characters stay in and the canal that Ray jumps into to escape from Harry.

The bridge in Minnewater Park that the characters cross on their way into Bruges from the train station.

The stretch of canal that Yuri’s house is on.

A horse drawn carriage like the one that Ray refuses to get on.

One of the only locations we didn’t see what’s the top of the tower, not because we were too fat to get up the steps but because ZE – TOWER – WAS – CLOSED – ZIS – AFTERNOON. Dad reckoned that entry would have been more than €5 though.

Continuing the culinary experience, I also tried moules frites for the first time at a restaurant called Poules Moules near the tower.

We spent most of the day exploring the city.

I was impressed at how many of the town’s medieval buildings had been maintained in their original state. Even the high streets weren’t that heavily modernised like those in other towns and cities.

One place we did go into, was the frite museum, Which as its name suggests, was a museum dedicated entirely to chips.

The ground floor mainly focused on the history of potatoes, talking about such things as potato farming in the Andes and the Irish potato famine.

Upstairs, there were several exhibitions showing the development of chip shops over the years.

We walked back to the station through Minnewater Park.

The train that we got back to Brussels just so happened to be a double-decker train just like the one that Mum and I were on when we went to Aachen in February.

Overall, a can confirm that Bruges is definitely not a s***thole.