In Brugge... Where is Colin Farrell?

I decided to use my Saturday to go to Brugge. I really knew nothing about the city other than a few people had noted online that it was a pretty little town worth seeing, and that Colin Farrell starred in a movie called "In Brugge." I didn't see Colin Farrell, probably because he was too busy saving lives elsewhere in the world.

I did very little research prior to going to Brugge, other than figuring out what train to take, so upon arriving I pretty much just followed the crowd leaving the train station, hoping that they were tourists like I was, and not a mass of locals all heading to their houses. Luckily, they were tourists, so I ended up getting dragged to the main square and seeing the sights.

From there, I pretty much just wandered around without much of a plan or really knowing anything about the city at all. Mostly I wandered, every once and a while coming across my lifeline... the tourist map.

Usually I would do some research on the place to put all my experience into context, but today I am feeling that I shouldn't destroy my blissful ignorance, so instead I will just present the photos I took with little (if any) commentary, because I don't really know much about them other than they caught my fancy so I took a snapshot.

Behind perhaps only beer and chocolate, the most famous thing from Belgium - Tintin and his little dog Snowy!

Looks like more than just the Atomium is smurfing 50 years. Happy Smurfday, Smurfs!

As you can see, I took quite a tour of Brugge. I walked and looked and walked and looked...

...until I was tired, and stopped into a bar for a pint. That's me downing my drink, reflected in the shiny chrome of the beer taps.

After I finished my beer, I headed down to the train station, and it turned out I had some time to kill before my train, so I grabbed another pint.

All that beer made me sleepy, and not soon after this photo was taken...

...I fell asleep. Luckily I woke up before my stop. I made it back to my hotel, and made it an early night.

I have a big day on Sunday watching cars go very fast in Francochamps, just outside Spa.