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Published: October 12th 2006
Lille France
2 hr train stop between Paris and Brugge. Only city in France where I had a language issue with a French speaking person. Traveled from Paris, Gar du Nord train station, to Lille France, and then on to Brugge, Belgium. Spent three or four days in and around Brugge (Bruges for some).
The town was pickled in time by a set of economic catastrophes. The river silted up, sheep’s wool couldn’t be moved to the market, and the bankers left town. Not much modern about this town.
The days were so cold and I spent a good deal of time out of doors (8 to 10 hours per day), I built up an immunity to the cold, so you may now better understand why I’ll never complain about a Chicago winter (or summer for that matter).
The town was dead so I was happy to be moving on to Calais, France to catch the ferry to Dover (see last photo for story about tramping through private property port facilities to find my way to the ferry terminal).
Au revoir
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Uncle Cliff
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Sheep
Stay away from the sheep, even the good looking ones just 1 sheep will make you dry up like Brugge Kiwis love their sheep too much. It's all that rain, makes a good man go daff in the head, I tell ya Come home if the sheep start looking good