Number 1: The sheer quantity of chocolate shops.
(No further reasons are required).
So A and I packed our bags (me: the loosest pair of trousers I own, A: the passports and guide book) and set of for the European Capital of Chocolate.
It is not possible to stroll more than five yards in Bruges without coming across a chocolate shop, the window towering with pyramids of truffles or prettily ribboned boxes of pralines.
Within five minutes of sampling the finest of Bruge's offerings, A turned to me and sighed: 'I don't think I can eat another chocolate foe the entire rest of the weekend'. Without a second of hesitation readers I rose magnificently to the challenge and set about eating a long weekend's worth of Belgium chocolates for two.
This particular shop, for their excellent chocolates and impressive customer service:
'What can I get for you, Madame?'
'All of them'
These chocolates; chocolates in an EDIBLE box!
This teashop, for its DIY Hot Chocolate, complete with extra chocolates on the side (just in case by this stage you hadn't quite penetrated a diabetic coma):
Figure 1: Components for Belgium Hot Chocolate
Figure 2: Assembled Belgium Hot Chocolate
Bruges is the most well preserved medieval city in Europe. And other than shop for chocolates we did do some cultural stuff. Like sit in a pub, drinking the local Belgium beer. (Even this was sweet with Kriek, a beer fermented with cherries being ever so popular).
We also visited the many Christmas shops, this one in particular a favourite as it sold cake Christmas tree decorations! Disappointingly not edible...
With A pleading for mercy ('Please can we eat something that isn't chocolate!?') we headed to Brussels for a night. Notable chocolate shops here included Wittmers:
Which also did a mean line in macaroons:
And Pierre Marcolini. This is the box A bought me, I suspect in the hope I'd be so busy munching my way through, he may be able to sneak in a savoury food item.
So, I took 'savoury item' to mean a waffle:
And this last photo are all the goodies that made it home with us, somehow escaping being gobbled by yours truely.
They've all been scoffed now though.
Did I miss anything in Bruges? Any chocolate shop or tearoom I need to hop on the very next Eurostar train to sample?