Written in pen

From this morning, written after walking to breakfast in the damp and fog:

Faster than the touchpad

Damp, but beautiful

There was more -- a climb up the town tower, biking to Damme, more local beers. Pictures of those follow. No pix of drinks and dinner with longtime (now 20 years) friend Rebecca and her sweetheart Frederic, as we were too busy drinking, eating and talking. :)

Stacey is in the square below

Pointing to two of our destinations

Scene en route to Damme

Intrepid cyclist

One of Bruges' four remaining windmills