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A Very English Holiday Ramble

by Joyce McGreevy on December 12, 2017

For Revelers with Wanderlust

Albemarle Street, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Albermarle Street in London inspires holiday wanderlust.
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On a cold December morning, the London sky is gray, the sunlight as stingy as the fire in Scrooge’s counting-house. But the air is fresh, our hearts are filled with festive wanderlust, and we’re off on a Very English Holiday Ramble. Come join us in search of “Oh I see” moments, magic, and a seasonal surprise.

An Airbnb flat in Elephant and Castle, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Holiday flats are charming (and rents less alarming) south of the Thames.
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We begin our ramble in Elephant and Castle, a vibrant, hardworking neighborhood named for a long-gone tavern. The tavern’s name, in turn, was a playful tribute to La Infanta de Castile, who was once engaged to Britain’s Charles I. Good to know if we’re ever in a pub on “Trivia Quiz” night.

For the festive season, exploring on foot is a must. Why? It’s positively Dickensian. Charles Dickens often walked 20 miles a day, exploring London in detail, then recreating it on the page.

Besides, walking reveals charms we’d otherwise miss:

Red Cross Way Garden, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

A garden on Red Cross Way, the 1886 flagship project of Octavia Hill, a founder of the National Trust.
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A sign in London offers inspiration during an English holiday ramble. (Photo © Joyce McGreevy)

A sentiment for all seasons from Turner Prize-nominated artist Mark Titchner.
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A window display in Southwark, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

A window display that sparks memories of handwritten holiday cards.
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A ghost sign in Southwark, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Another fine sentiment—and a vintage beer ad, at what was once the largest brewery in the world.
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This is a sign, pun intended, that we’re approaching London’s oldest food market. Borough Market has been serving the people of Southwark for 1,000 years including “the best of times and the worst of times.”

A produce shop at Borough Market, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

At Borough Market, foods are the real deal—fresh, fragrant, and flavorful. 
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Fresh lemons at Borough Market inspire wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

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Yes, Borough experienced tragedy in June 2017. But on this cold and brightening morning, Borough is a place where  . . .

Children caroling at Borough Market, London inspire onlookers during an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Carolers sing . . .
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Handmade fudge at the Borough Market inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . . and life is sweet.
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Crossing London Bridge, we catch sight of the Bank Station Underground. But don’t hop on the Tube yet, because we’re only a stroll away from another festive sight.  See if you recognize it:

Leadhall Market inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Hint: Harry Potter fans love this market in London.
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A view of Leadenhall Market, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Yes, it’s Leadenhall Market, the real-life inspiration for Diagon Alley.
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On to the mighty, muddy Thames at Southbank. “Ooh, what’s down there?”

Pop-up shops under Millennium Bridge in London inspire wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Pop-up holiday huts under the London Millennium Bridge 
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“Oy! Save us a hot cuppa and a waffle, will ya?”

What’s next on our holiday rambles list? We could . . .

A pop-up igloo at Southbank, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . . have lunch in a very English igloo . . .
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A pop-up ski-lodge themed bar at Southbank, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . . or sip mulled wine by the fire at a just-for-fun Thames-side ski lodge.
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Oh look, there’s a Foyle’s bookshop. Come on!

Southbank, London in December inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

A sign in Foyle’s announces, “Welcome, book lovers, you are among friends.”
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Wanderlust turns to book lust when we see Foyle’s Books for a Year table. Lucky gift recipients receive a brand-new book every month, each chosen for “its must-haveness or unputdownability.”

So many books, so few suitcases.

Fortunately, there’s room for a seasonal treat, a poetry pamphlet series called “Instead of a Card.” Candlestick Press of Nottingham publishes these charmers “not only for people who already love poetry, but also for those who will love it but perhaps don’t know that yet.” Sales also benefit charity.

Poetry pamphlets from Candlestick Press, Nottingham offer inspiration during an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Candlestick Press hopes “to revive the seasonal tradition of reading by the fire.”
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Suddenly we hear bells! Reindeer? No, the “mobile.” The caller says, “If you miss this, you’ve missed a marvel!” She’s quoting a theatre review.

Quick—to the West End! (Yes, by Tube. Sorry, Charles.) But first, sustenance. We’re in luck. Street Food Union is right around the corner.  Mmm, what’s this? 

Yorkshire Burritos on Rupert Street, London inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Yorkshire Burrito? Sounds daft—we must have some.
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Our new BFF (Burrito-style Favorite Food) is braised pork shoulder cooked in cider and herbs, served with sage and onion stuffing, rosemary roast potatoes, spinach, and applesauce, wrapped in a giant Yorkshire pudding. Jolly good, amigos!

The Gielgud Theatre inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Theatre-goers arrive at the Gielgud on Shaftesbury Avenue.
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When we exit the theatre, night has fallen, yet it’s 4:30 p.m. All the better to see holiday lights!

Angelic decorations over Regent St, London inspire wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

From angelic lights above Regent Street . . .
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Tropical decorations over Carnaby St, London inspire wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

. . . to tropical lights on Carnaby Street.
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There really is magic in the air, a sense that holiday spirits could suddenly whisk us off to . . .

The English Market, Cork, Ireland inspires wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Hey, this isn’t London—this is Cork City, Ireland!
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Yet our Very English Holiday Ramble continues. Launched in 1788, Ireland’s English Market is considered one of the ten best food markets in Europe.

Oh, I see: It wouldn’t be the festive season without a surprise! I guess you just never know where holiday wanderlust might lead.

Vendors at the English Market, Cork, Ireland offer mince pies that inspire wanderlust for an English holiday ramble. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Why just envision sugarplums? At Heaven’s Cakes, in Cork’s
English Market, Laurie and Cíara serve tasty mince pies.
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Click on the links to find out more about Borough Market, Leadenhall Market, Foyle’s, Candlestick Press, Yorkshire Burrito, Cork’s English Market, or Heaven’s Cakes

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Paris Honey: The Bees Knees

by Meredith Mullins on December 4, 2017

Bees in a beehive on honeycomb, part of discovering nature in Paris with urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Shaiith/iStock.)

Paris Honey: The Bees Knees
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Urban Beekeeping Amid the Monuments

A hint of red berries. Deep molasses notes. A whiff of lychee. A dash of wet earth. A long clove finish. Are we tasting a Burgundy, a Southern Rhône, or a Bordeaux?

Actually . . . none of the above. In fact, we are talking about another kind of liquid treasure. Honey. Pure and (not so) simple.

In a city such as Paris, where gardens are a tradition and where residents tend to make the best of vertical space, bees are all the buzz. Paris honey is in.

Audric de Campeau of Le Miel de Paris at Ecole Militaire in Paris, discovering nature through urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Le Miel de Paris.)

Hives atop the Paris École Militaire
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Paris would like to be the capital, not just of light and love, but of urban beekeeping.

The wide variety of flora, the frequent plantings in the city’s gardens (and private flower boxes), and the lack of pesticides allow bee colonies to thrive—a hopeful sign when bees in the countryside are declining, threatening the pollination that is necessary for agriculture.

Bee hives in the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris, a way of discovering nature with urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

The classic hives in the Luxembourg Gardens have been a part of the ecosystem since 1856.
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Paris Past and Present Bee-Havior

Paris has a long history of beekeeping. The hives that are easily visible in the southwest corner of the Luxembourg Gardens were a part of a beekeeping project that began in 1856, followed by a beekeeping school that is still active today.

The more than 700 hives that now exist in Paris are usually somewhat hidden, to deter an errant bee swarm from attacking well-traveled tourist areas.

Bee hives on top of La Monnaie (the Paris Mint), discovering nature through urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Bees with a view—from the top of La Monnaie, the Paris Mint
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However, you might be surprised to find that there are hives at several well-known Paris landmarks (mostly on rooftops).

  • Musée d’Orsay
  • La Monnaie de Paris (the Paris Mint)
  • Opéra Garnier and Opéra Bastille
  • Invalides (move over Napoléon)
  • Grand Palais
  • Assemblée Nationale (the National Assembly)
  • École Militaire (the Military School)
  • Institut de France
  • Le Bon Marche/Grand Épicerie store
  • Gare Austerlitz train station
  • High-rise buildings in the La Defense business area in west Paris
  • The headquarters of the French Communist Party (pourquoi pas?)
Audric de Campeau on the roof of La Monnaie, discovering nature via urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image courtesy of Le Miel de Paris.)

An “office” in the sky
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Even hotels and restaurants are jumping on the beewagon. The Tour d’Argent restaurant, the Mandarin-Oriental, and The Westin Hotel (on rue de Rivoli) all have hives that provide an exclusive supply of honey to their chefs.

There is a beekeeper union (UNAF: Union Nationale de l’Apiculture Française), beekeeper associations, and a multitude of private hives with beekeepers of varying levels of expertise. A hive owner has only to acquire his or her materials, register the hive with the veterinary authority, and make sure the hive is 25 meters from a school or hospital.

Three jars of Paris honey, from the Musée d'Orsay, the Tour d'Argent, and Opera Garnier, discovering nature via urban beekeeping and Paris honey. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Exclusive Paris honey: from the roofs of the Musée d’Orsay, the Tour d’Argent, and Opéra Garnier
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A Taste of Honey (Paris Honey: Le Miel de Paris)

So, how does an expert beekeeper make a mark in this new world of honey lovers?

Enter Audric de Campeau.

There are a few well-known beekeepers in Paris, but Audric is one of the most original. He eschews the traditional white beekeeper suit in favor of a stylish boater with a customized black net (and no gloves!).

Audric de Campeau works with bees on the roof of Boucheron near Place Vendome in Paris, discovering nature via urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Le Miel de Paris.)

No traditional beekeeper suit for Audric de Campeau, as he works with his bees near Place Vendôme
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And he is always with his trusty canine assistant Filou (although Filou understands the meaning of bee-ware and often keeps his distance from the hives, having been stung a few times).

A sign in French saying beware of bees, part of a trend of discovering nature via urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Le Miel de Paris.)

Attention Abeilles (Bee-ware of Bees)
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Audric knew, even as a teenager, that he was a farmer at heart. Nature was in his blood. He started growing grapes in the Champagne region at his family’s country home, and soon became captivated by the magic and mystery of bee colonies.

His passion convinced his parents to allow his experiments in apiculture, even though his father was allergic to bees.

Once Audric (and his bees) had become proficient at honey production, both his parents gently urged him to start selling his product. They said (diplomatically) that they could not keep up the pace of eating a kilo of honey a day.

Close up of bee hive, discovering nature via urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Le Miel de Paris.)

A happy hive
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Audric went in search of places in the city for new hives. His love of history and architecture led him to the Paris landmarks. And his understanding of nature informed smart location choices near gardens like the Tuileries, which he calls “a fully-stocked fridge” of diverse nectars and pollens that bees need.

Audric de Campeau at the Institut de France, discovering nature via urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

An “Immortal” in his own right at the Institut de France
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A Hive with a View

While most of the Paris bees have an incredible vista, the majority of bees’ working life is spent in the windowless hive. It’s the beekeeper who gets to have “an office in the sky,” as Audric likes to call it.

When Audric removes the roof of a hive to check on things, he is swept into another world. “It’s like opening a universe,” he says.

Audric de Campeau of Le Miel de Paris checking bee hives at Invalides, a way of discovering nature via urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

Audric de Campeau checking the hives in a hidden corner of Invalides
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You can tell by the way he senses what’s going on in the hive that he cares as much about the bees as he does about the honey they’re producing.

“It’s good for me,” he says. “You have to be calm and quiet when you’re working with a hive or the bees might kill you. It’s a good way to keep your stress level low.”

Audric de Campeau and Filou the dog at Invalides, discovering nature via urban beekeeping and the production of Paris honey. (Image © Meredith Mullins.)

The Miel de Paris team—Audric and Filou (and the bees)
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Oh, I See: Respecting Nature in the City

Discovering the hidden treasures of a city is a part of travel magic. The presence of bee hives in Paris—hundreds of little universes—as well as the resulting Paris honey, is one such improbable discovery. Urban beekeeping is here to stay.

However, it is the ability to cultivate these hidden treasures and respect their place in nature that makes them even more precious. Thank you, Audric, for showing us the way.

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Visit Le Miel de Paris to find out more about Paris honey. Also Le Miel de Paris Facebook and Twitter.

Visit La Monnaie de Paris for more information about The Paris Mint (now open to the public).

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The Hidden Hearts of Bruges

by Joyce McGreevy on November 28, 2017

Bruges by night inspires the writer in Belgium, where being bilingual is just the beginning. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Bruges by night is safe and serene.
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Where Being Bilingual
Is Just the Beginning

So, you’ve practiced your French to visit Belgium. Well, not so fast! Here, being bilingual is just the beginning. In this country the size of Maryland, only 40% of the population speaks French.

The Other 60 Percent

Now how’s your Flemish? Because we’re bound for Bruges. Known locally as Brugge, it’s arguably Europe’s most picturesque small city.

ruges is a World Heritage city in Belgium, where being bilingual is just the beginning. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

This World Heritage city welcomes 7.5 million visitors a year.
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Wait, did I say Flemish? Silly me. I meant West Flemish. Although to get truly local, you really should learn Brugs . . . In Brugge (where everyone’s also fluent in English), being bilingual is just the beginning.

Now I know what you’re thinking. “Aren’t Flemish, West Flemish, and Brugs all just slight variants of Dutch?”

Variants, yes. But slight, not always. It’s said that while a Bruggeling can easily understand a Dutch speaker . . .

A carved stone head inspires thoughts about language in Belgium, where being bilingual is just the beginning. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

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. .  . the Dutch speaker might not understand the Bruggeling’s reply.

A carved stone head inspires thoughts about Flemish in Belgium, where being bilingual is just the beginning. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

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Dutch vs Flemish

If the sound of Dutch is the tap of new shoes on an office floor, Flemish is your favorite old boots padding across moss. The hard Dutch g becomes an aspirated h. Words that look identical can have wildly divergent meanings, and some vocabulary varies by neighborhood.

Oh, I see: In Flanders, language is highly localized. Your address shapes how you speak.

Sint-Clarastraat, Bruges inspires a writer in Belgium, where being bilingual is just the beginning.

Like many streets in Brugge, Sint-Clarastraat is named for a saint.
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My address this month is Sint-Clarastraat. It’s part of a network of cobbled streets and canals that form a circular, lace-like pattern around this medieval city.

A colorful canal view in Bruges inspires a traveler in Belgium. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

What’s Flemish for “I could stay here forever”?
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Storm Before the Calm

While those canals present a placid beauty, they sprang from cataclysmic change. In 1134, Brugge was already three centuries old when a mighty storm ripped open the River Zwin, gouging a deep passage all the way to the North Sea. The “Golden Inlet” was born.

With connection came wealth, as Brugge grew into an international capital of trade.  Goods, people, ideas—they all flowed to and from Brugge like the lifeblood of a beating heart. Brugge became a cradle of art and architecture.

The medieval Adornes Domain in Bruges inspires a traveler in Belgium, where past is present. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Bruges’ Jerusalem Chapel and its almshouses were built by a 15th-century merchant.
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The reach of medieval entrepreneurs extended from Scotland to Jerusalem.  Nature’s fortunate flood was followed by a flood of capital, and in 1309, Bruges launched the world’s first stock exchange.

Over time, the flat plains of Flanders and the slow-moving River Zwin proved a doomed combination. The Golden Inlet became clogged with silt, choking the port and sending Brugge into economic decline.

Yet the neglect that settled over Brugge preserved it. Stand in the center of the old Burg, scanning the surrounding buildings, and you will time-travel through the Romanesque, Gothic, Renaissance, Baroque, and Neoclassical ages.

Old Burg architecture in Bruges, Belgium spans several centuries. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Buildings in the Old Burg span 10 centuries.
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The Heart of a City

Because it’s central, guidebooks call Market Square the “heart” of the town. But Brugge has many hearts. Like learning the local language, discovering these hidden hearts takes time.

 

Smedenpoort Gate in Bruges, inspires a traveler in Belgium. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Don’t miss outer Bruges, where you’ll find its four medieval gates.
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Did you ever hear the saying, “Nobody goes there because it’s too crowded”? The stereotype about Brugge is that it’s a hive of time-pressured, selfie-taking, beer-tasting tourists pursuing a quick fix of the picturesque before the tour buses leave town.

But if high-season weekends fuel the stereotype, evenings and weekdays dispel it. The most iconic sights become places of solitude then.

A tranquil canal view in Bruges inspires a bilingual writer in Belgium. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Rarely has a Monday looked so tranquil.
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Beyond the Center

Whenever you visit, do venture beyond the center.  Zigzag along streets unmentioned in the guidebook. Follow laneways to see where they lead—a hidden pond, a sheep meadow, a cloistered garden. Take longer and longer walks.

A sheep meadow in the heart of Bruges inspires a bilingual writer in Belgium. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Peaceful green spaces are hidden all around Bruges.
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Look closely at buildings for details that signal the history of this city.  Adopt local expressions as you do errands. Ask everyone who can spare a moment to teach you a new word or expression.

A bicycle overgrown with flowers inspires a walk around Brugge, Belgium, where being bilingual is just the beginning. (Image @ Joyce McGreevy)

Ready for a ramble around Brugge?
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Meet Your Neighbors

By this point you will be so in love with Brugge that you will have a thousand questions about its million mysteries. Filip Bil and Annemieke Demuynck have the answers.

Bilingual travel guides and food bloggers Annemieke Demuynck and Filip Bil live in Bruges, Belgium. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Roast venison with chicory and other Flemish favorites grace Annemieke and Filip’s table.
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He’s a firefighter, she’s a marketing manager. To explore the city’s history with them on foot, to have supper in their home, to visit their recommended bakeries, cheese shops, chocolatiers, and restaurants—each experience reveals another reason to marvel.

Fortunately, you can do all these things, because Filip and Annemieke are licensed guides, two of the friendliest experts you’ll ever meet. They also write a bilingual food blog called Vertelle Mentjes, “Little Stories.”

A candlelit restaurant in Bruges, Belgium inspires a reader of the bilingual food blog, Vertelle Mentjes. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

There’s much more to Bruges’ food scene than “steak-frites.” Just ask Filip and Annamieke.
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We almost didn’t meet. The price of a private tour was so reasonable that I hesitated. How good could it be, I wondered, if even I could afford it?

Thank goodness, we did meet. Without Filip and Annemieke, I would surely have missed many hidden hearts of Brugge.

A windmill in Bruges inspires a bilingual writer in Belgium. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Hike to the old city boundaries, where the scenery’s anything but run-of-the-mill.
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Hidden in Brugge

Today in Brugge, where being bilingual is only the beginning, another heart is hidden—mine. Somewhere between the place where the wind ruffles the down of a swan and the moon illuminates the bridges, that’s where I left it.

I’ll just have to return for it one day.

Brugsch Swaentje, or swans of Bruges, inspire a bilingual traveler in Belgium. (Image © Joyce McGreevy)

Legends surround the Brugsch Swaentje, or swans of Bruges.
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Meet Filip and Annemieke here and here.

Explore differences between Dutch and Flemish here.

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