Brugge

February is a bad time to visit Brugge, because when there is such glorious beauty around you there should be equally glorious sunshine. And. not. grey. skies.

In any case, the company was ace and we got over the gloominess pretty quickly.

The Lake of Love, they say. Throw a coin into the lake and any love-related issues will come true. Very fervently I saw some believers throw money in. And it was all nice until the tourguide reminded us that the locals living around the river actually fish for coins people throw in at the end of the day.

Gothic architecture.

We walk in the rain, like the nuns walk in the rain.

I took so many pictures of buildings and churches, and the architecture is worth a big wow. But it all looks pretty grey and drab so I suppose I must make another trip back to Brugge in the summertime. For now, just try to imagine more colour.

Can you spot the tiny window?

But who am I really kidding? I'm not a sucker for photographing scenery and architecture; I'd rather take it in with my own two eyes. I'd very much prefer taking pictures of people and faces. These are some of the beautiful people I've met.

Heidi from Helsinki and Anja from Warsaw. Anja says to tell Weiming that Leuven is much better than Warsaw so he should come visit us here.

And this is Tillman from Germany. Such a gentleman he was; he bought 4 whining girls chocolates and that made us very happy, indeedly.

Anja, happy recipient of Tillman's chocolates.

And the rest of the pictures... I'm too lazy to post up. Heehee.