Our first goal was to find
a market in the nearby Sint-Michiels area. A map, non-inclusive of that area,
afforded opportunities to chat with locals about the best way to find our destination.
Some were dismissive and hurried about their business while others were
generous with their time.
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| Two locals willing to help. |
We kept looking for street
signs to help us on our way but were continually annoyed at Belgium authorities
who seemed intent on displaying eye exam charts all over the city.
The market was filled with
the vendors displaying a variety of delicious looking food, useless junk,
bright red sausages, cheese, nuts and much more.
After the market we headed
on a lovely ride along a canal to arrive at the village of Damme. We explored
the inevitable church yard and not so inevitable used book store, had some
lunch and headed back to Bruges on another bike path.
I had been noticing that
some of the females in Belgium had exceedingly large butts. They looked almost masculine with their
bulging gluteal and upper back muscles. I had to check out other anatomical features to be sure they
were female but assured myself they were.
I am convinced that should they enter Olympic weigh lifting events they
would fail the urine test for anabolic steroids.
The bike ride back to our
B&B was glorious as we wound along a rural road jam-packed with visual
delights and Belgium beer and waffles.
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