Bruges is a very pretty, very old town. It was important early on, then its fortunes declined, saving all the pretty old buildings from redevelopment. It also survived WWI and WWII, probably because there is no industry there except tourism.
We found it to be oddly laid out. Because we are Modern Dorks, we downloaded apps instead of maps and guidebooks. They were all crap. So by the time found the tourist office and a proper map and obtained .50 euro pieces for the toilets, 2 hours had passed. Then, by the end of lunch, (Moules Frites and local beer for the COG, Lamb Carbonnade and local beer for me) 3 hours had passed.
Notice the excellent dragon park benches.
The Tourists - we were tourists, of course, but there were so many tourists. And it's not even high season. There did not seem to be any business in Bruges except tourism. Which always feels a little odd. Like Disney World, only without cartoon characters to pose with.
There were other things to pose with, of course. Like Living Statues of Gargoyles.
But mostly it was just pretty.
There's a horse drawn carriage at the back of this street. There are many of these and you can hear them coming by the soft clop clop of the hooves. To keep the streets clean, the horses wear a kind of chute under their backsides, with a hefty container attached.
As always, check the COG's blog for better pictures.