Rainy mondataagstat ein Brugge

In my morning Brugge sky

I sometimes wonder why...

but bricks

Nothing to wonder about with them.

 

Yes I am.

 

 

This is poor saint Lucy

She was denounced by her boyfriend as a being to kind and compassionate and a believer.so they dragged her off to a brothel as an employee but the beasts wouldn't shift her. The beasts knew she was good.

So bad men put a dagger through her neck and gouged out her eyes. I think that did her in.

Nice painting though.

 

I think zee burg and zee raininstaat ich beain einer niner kliener achtung me today. The sky has been grey like a flannel blanket since we kome to the low country. Even at night times Vich didn't not staaart untill the nearly midnicht.

Is funny place this flanderslands.

But things I never thought did happenstaat.

 

In the gelati shoppe on noordzandstraat I rediscovered Michael Jackson.


Billie jean is not my girl in Flemish voice over is still good in anyone's language " Willhiem jacobe aren't mine hausfrau......

 

I really like Brugge.

And the fresco of saint Jacobs.

 

The bruggesvreally like women.

In particular Mary of burgundy.

this is her

I may have mentioned her yesterday but I think I have become infatuated by her bruggeness.

 

This is a tile in the wall outside her house

This me at her gate

I stood there for only couple of hours.

Mary had a son. He was called Phillip the handsome. Dad was called Charles the good. I have seen the paintings. They don't do them justice.

time for a boat ride.

And down around the next srtraadastadt I found the boat peoples. Big in brugges is boat rides...

This the boat house

 

I love this boat, it reminds me.

Of boat conversations you never forget.

Which reminds me. Do you think I am talkative?

I thinkt for my movie ?

 

 

The Romans were here too.

Julius divided and conquered them against apparently insurmountable ( that is a Flemish word for highly likely ) odds.

This the scene of his victory. It was were the ladies twirled when he said war is over and Rome is your friend...

This courtyard now holds an annual every year anniversary of the day the twirl twirled.

 

 

Then to the nunnery or gods brothels as Brugges call it.

The nunnery house is surrounded by a canal.

Actually all of Brugges is. Probably explains all the bridges.

More bateau people of the the zeebrugge version of Venice.

 

Pablo is big in Brugge.

 

I love Pablo

Pablo liked horses dogs and people....

Pablo's garden is well repaired.

The gardeners daughter did this for me whilst I was waiting for the chocolate to melt in the scolding milch thepp serve on rainy days at the Picasso mussee...

she said it was a portrait of me.

 

After chocolates it was time for a quick red carpet twirl b4 Fred and Mary from Denmark turned up to open the miro exhibition next door.

 

I don't mind a Marc Chagall either

 

 

The other particular to Brugge thing ....

When one is in Brugge and being Bruggesque, one does not buy moules from the vismarkt. One gets them from the carrefors.....

Time to go to the men's cycling club clubhouse and drink beer and smoke cigars and watch Capedal stay exactly 3.19 behind sideburns wiggins.