There is no other way to speak about Bruges than in terms of nostalgia. Bruges is less a reality than some dream, conserved by people cherishing a highly virtual past. That's why I had to quit Bruges as soon as I was old enough, because Bruges is a city for tourists and ghosts, certainly not a city to live under the dust of the Middle Ages. Living at Bruges makes you loosing your braith. Here the Wollestraat behind the 13th century belfry with its 18th century carillon of 46 bells.  Pic: Paul OWH Kassens.