As I was posting one of my favorite pictures from Brugge, I was reminded of one of the most vivid travel memories I have from anywhere. At least when it comes to the aural sense.
On our very first trip to Brugge, climbing its grand tower (featured on this blog before) was one of the musts. Becky likes these climbs no less than me, so she gladly accompanied me. A number of people were scurrying down the stairs as we were walking up, and at a landing some distance from the top a helpful young man warned us that the bells were about to ring their hourly tune. We could proceed up if we chose to, or wait it out in his company. We decided it would be fun to be closer to the bells.
No regrets – and a relatively unique experience. Not for everyone, of course.