DE JA BRUGGE

I’m watching “A Fistful of Dollars” and the Americano who is quick on the draw just mowed down four bad dudes with his six shooter. Street justice western stylin’!

Anyway, despite promising myself that I would never return to Brugge that’s exactly where I ended up for the August long weekend. We roamed the streets eating pots of mussels, drinking Belgian beer that would knock your socks off and photographing anything that moved like a pack of Japanese tourists.

Bloody tourist!

This lane is all that remains of the old red light district. Now the only boobies you'll see are made out of chocolate.