Around Bruges Winter

2010

 
 

Snow is magic. When Anne was a little child, born in the Belgian Congo in 1952, she first got a glimpse of  snow waking up in the night train to South Africa. Having left the Katanga in the sun and arriving the second morning in a white landscape was close to wonder. So she thought snow was something like a giant blanket that fell over the hills and mountains. Only coming back in Belgium, she discovered snowflakes. Admire this blanket over Bruges along my favourite jogging track...

Around Bruges,  Winter