Horsey, horsey on your way in Bruges, Belgium

When you travel to a picturesque town like Bruges/Brugge (you say it "brooozh" in French or "bruhhhha" with a nice clearing of the throat in Dutch), you can either stumble over the cobble stones along the street...

or you can rent a bike and join with your fellow bikers.

Of course, that's not really an option when Mom hears the clip clop of horses.

So you follow the horse carriages down the street...

until you come to the main square where you can hire a carriage to see the town in style.






Even horses need to be fed and watered...


so you walk around.

You note that the direction of the wind has changed.

Maybe you need to help pull the canvas onto the windmill blades so they can take advantage of the wind.

Or you could wrestle a few sea serpents to pass the time away.

On the way home you notice that either you are growing taller or the people here used to be a lot shorter!