27 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

07/27 Bruges, Belgium

We found ourselves a small room above a bar not far off the main square of Brugge, claimed ourselves bed, dropped off our stuff and hit the local canals for a little sightseeing.  We roamed among the flower vendors, chocolate shops, lingered behind a cup of coffee and smoked a cigarette while standing on a humped-backed bridge.  I enjoyed the mood of the weeping willows and gazed endlessly at the reflections painted by the water.  I sat with my eyes closed, listened to the sounds of drawn carriages clopping over the cobblestones and relaxed.  From time to time it was just wonderful when we located an area like this to enjoy without having to trek down something.  To just relax, not have any obligations or schedules to keep, but settling in.  Having a bar below our room was almost a guarantee we’d be partying before getting sleep.  After a whole lot of drinks the guitar finally ended up in Jim’s hands.  He played into the darkness until it was time to get some sleep.  We loved the location.  The people were friendly and the price was right up our alley.  The train station was also at a convenient distance, so we decided it would make a good for home base from which to jet around Belgium.