28th September Wilmslow to Euston; St Pancras to Brussels
Florence The trains to Brussels were no problem. The checkin at St Pancras was more like being at an airport, as it took 50 minutes to get thru the queue, but after that it was fine and the train was on time in getting to Brussels. Found my hostel for the next 2 nights and immediately went out for a walk to market square and the cathedral. There are a major road works going on in front of the hostel so getting round them and thru them was a bit of a trial. It will be nice when finished.
On the way to the Cathedral (St Michael and St Gudula) I passed thru an arcade area which was lined by about 90% chocolate shops. Any choc-o-holics amongst you would either have a real problem walking thru it or really loved it. Despite being in Brussels many times for work meetings I had never seen any of this and the market square (Grand Place de Brussels) with gilded decorations is quite spectacular (more so with a bit of sunshine). After that the cathedral which is grand affair, was made more atmospheric by a small choir practicing various pieces.
They do love ornate pulpits here, the three I have seen so far are very elaborate based on trees with intertwining branches. I’ll add a photo!
Thursday 29th
I used the Belgium trains to go Bruges, then back stopping a Ghent as well. One observation on the trains and tickets, their is none of our UK system when you book a train fare you are restricted to a set train and time. You buy a ticket and it seems to be valid all day. On the way back from Bruges I just stopped off at Ghent then picked up a later train to get back to Brussels. In theory I could have got another train back to Bruges later and then returned later again.
This day out from Brussels was bit inspired by the movie, “The Monuments Men”, I have always thought about seeing the Bruges Madonna & Child and the Ghent Altarpiece (Adoration of the Mystic Lamb). So that was the intention for the day and walking to each church. Bruges was fairly easy as it is not far from the station, so I could see a very high church tower and headed for it. Turned out to be the wrong church, but the tower was nearly as high as the Church of Our Lady Bruges where, the Madonna is kept. The 2 churches are within 200 metres of each other and nearly as big as each other. The other church is Sint-Salvatorskathedraal.
Waking about the old part of Bruges was very pleasant, most of the buildings are very well kept only a single upper floor for the most with different shades of brick red and brown. Narrow, cobbled streets that are traffic quiet at 9 am.
The Church of Our Lady is quite different from others I went to, it is bright inside with white painted plastered walls, which gives a lovely feel to the place. This is in stark contrast to Brussels cathedral and Ghent, which are considerably darker either through grey granite or old dirt never restored. Bruges definitely had a small town feeling.
Ghent was back to big city feeling, trams and lots of traffic. The walk to church was nearly an hour, but enjoyable as it mostly along side the tram route which seems to keep vehicle traffic down, though shared space.
Out of the 3 cities I liked Bruges the best and if coming again I would chose to stay there rather than Brussels, although I haven’t looked the accommodation there.
I had to get a ticket to see the Ghent Altarpiece but you can only get them on the web so I had bowl of carrot soup at a restaurant next to the church entrance while waiting for the email. I wasn’t sure what to expect as I said earlier the church is quite dark and dull inside and cloud outside didn’t help. But the Altar Piece is just brilliantly bright but only lit by low level lighting. It’s colours are just vibrant. Not what a thought I was going see given all the other paintings are un-restored and dark with age. You just have to sit and take it in for a while.
After taking my time in the remainder of the cathedral, I walked around the area and again there are 2 large churches within a stones throw of each other.
That was it for the day, by the time I was back in Brussels it was early dinner.