After landing in Amsterdam we proceeded to the utterly chaming town of Bruges.

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Here's the whole counter-clockwise trip. Black for train travel, red for driving through France, blue for a boat ride down the Rhine.

We slowly recovered from jet lag, soothed by these colorful tulips in the Amsterdam Flower Market.

In a seafaring town, knowing the wind direction is just as important as knowing the time.

Bruges (or Brugge in Flemish) is a beautifully preserved medieval town featuring a network of canals.

Not our hotel. Maybe next time.

Carl and Trish drove up to Bruges to meet us, buy some chocolates, and drive us back to their home in the north of France.

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