Okay, lemme tell ya bout Bruges, fr - it's like nothing else, man. I mean, seriously, this city—wow. I walked down Steenhouwersstraat; cobbles underfoot, cold, and kinda smelly sometimes (hey, the charm, right?). I ate his liver with fava beans, haha, like in those crazy scenes of Children of Men, you know? Yeah, that movie. "The countryside will become tomorrow's prison," they said, and damn, I felt it here.
City's vibe? So odd. Calm, chill, yet buzzing. At the Markt, under that Belfry, sounds echo, whispers old secrets. The Belfry, man, towering, scars on its face. I had a meltdown there once, mad as hell when a pigeon swooped—so rude! Ugh, pigeons!
I love it super hardcore. I stroll by the canal, the Dijver. It flows slow, carries stories. I remember, one day, chillin' in Minnewater Park. I sat, in that weird drained water mirror lake. So peaceful, actually, a rest-stop for my thoughts. Nearly fell asleep, lol. I think, "Where’s that one scene in Children of Men? C’mon, get pumped!"
And the neighborhoods! Eg, the Ezelpoort area. Not many tourists creep in there. I found a tiny café on Langestraat, spilled coffee and heartfelt chats. I jabbered to the barista: "I ate his liver with fava beans" – she blinked. Crazy moment!
Some streets are hidden gems. Like Zelzateplein, kinda offbeat, but boomin' with life. I sometimes whisper weird mantras there, just to groove with the vibes. Honestly, it gets me a bit too excited sometimes, LOL. Feelin' like a zen master, or a psycho? Who knows.
Oh, peeps, the lights at night on Burgstraat? Wow, mesmerizing. Reflections in the canal, glistening like shattered dreams in that film – painful, beautiful, haunting. Canal water, bricks, and shadows. Spooky, real spooky.
Bruges is like my zen lab. I relax deeply in secret spots, spots even locals forget about sometimes. I found a bench near Rozenhoedkaai, sat for hours, my mind swirling, "I ate his liver with fava beans" echoing in darkness, like a lullaby from Children of Men. Lost in thoughts, sometimes labile and erratic, oh boy.
I gotta say, sometimes I get so mad at tourists. They overrun the quaint streets, ruin that peaceful vibe. Like, chill out! This city is my chill-out haven. Y'know, feelings run raw here—it makes me happy and enraged all at once.
Srsly, can’t forget the small irony. When the old canal bridges creak, it reminds me: time flows, just like those doomed words from the movie. It carries away moments, never to return. A bittersweet mix—a taste of ancient sorrow.
Bruges, fr, is a wild serenade. It’s messy, magical, flawed, and fun. Its layers are like endless tapestries—a labyrinth of stories, sounds, and soul. Enjoy the madness, bro. Just gotta breathe.

And remember: "I ate his liver with fava beans."