“I know a souvenir for you,” said the cheerfully chatty Brugge barmaid as she delivered my second tasting flight of Belgium beers. It was an answer to an unasked or even considered question. “Cough syrup,” she continued. Chocolates, lace, jewelry—I could have guessed all day and never coughed up syrup. At least she somehow perceived … More Green Monster

I found myself wandering the streets at the edge of the tourist office map of Brugge. Even though I was merely a hundred meters from the old town, I was in the suburbs and surrounded by little homes on little streets with little cars and little people walking little dogs in a little park. It … More Little Shop of Horrors