BRUSSELS / BRUGES
Brussels was our quick pit-stop — just enough time to gasp (again!) at the Grand-Place, still one of the grandest squares in all of Europe, in my books.
The intricate, mesmerising architecture speckled with gold (impossible to look away from!), the horse-drawn carriages clip-clopping through — it was all just breathtakingly regal.
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We lingered in the square, sipping coffee, devouring waffles, and nibbling our way through every chocolate shop we passed (because yes, it was necessary). A little bit of indulgence never hurt anyone, right?
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Then came the moules marinières — my forever Belgian favourite — with a side of golden frites and a bottle of fruit beer (obviously). I can never say no to a Kriek, Bacchus, or especially a Früli… ever!
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Next stop — Bruges, the fairytale-like Venice of the North — all winding canals, cobbled charm, and chocolate-scented air.
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First stop (always!)... Leonidas. One of my absolute favourite chocolate houses, where the hot chocolate comes by the bucket — and yes, we gulped ridiculous amounts. And no, I don’t regret a single sip, if you’re wondering!
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We wandered and got blissfully lost in Bruges, the same way you do in the winding lanes of Venice. And maybe that’s one of the reasons I love it so much — it feels like Venice.
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The markets, the traditions, the culture… everything felt so alive.
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Two cities. One weekend.
A Belgian dream — dipped in chocolate, served with frites, and toasted with cherry beer.
With love
Mel x
