In consolation for the fact that I not only mised the entire World Series but will miss the Giants’ parade as well, I decided to go out, enjoy the day, and buy a few pieces of chocolate from every chocolate shop I saw.
After a mere three hours, I had to return to my room, having spent all but forty cents of my money for the day.
On. Belgian. Chocolate.
I now must go buy a tin to put them all in, because what a girl recovering from a cold (did I tell you I got a cold? Somewhere along the one hour train between Paris and Brussels I came down with a cold) does not need to do is eat a kilo of chocolate in one sitting.
But a little at a time is just the ticket! I’ll report back with my recommendations over the next week.
(And wouldn’t you know it? I found two more in the afternoon. Thank goodness they were closed.)
Aaaaaaand. . .
That’s right. In under three and a half hours (and a little over €30), I visited fourteen shops.
And I only walked this far:
That is not very far!
So. . . . Yeah. . . . Enjoy Bruges 🙂