Visiting Bruges
After playing a concert in Brussels, I had no particular urgency to come home – so I took a day to myself and went by train to Bruges. The quiet peace of travelling alone stays with me for a number of weeks after I return from these small forays, and Bruges lived up to all expectations. I was there on a Sunday and so no museums were open, but I took it easy. There’s a lot to be said for itineraries and plans but there’s more to be said for a quiet meander. I ran along the ramparts circling the city on the Monday morning, I read a book whilst I enjoyed a rich dinner of roasted pigeon on the Sunday night. I ate a waffle. Bruges, it’s beautiful.
