Bruges

This is Bruges sleeping peacefully in old age, lulled to rest by the sound of its own carillon.

At break of day next morning a cold, heavy mist hung low over Bruges, and in the Bourg everything was shrouded in darkness.

Damme, where the patriots mustered on the eve of the Bruges Matins, is within a short hour's stroll from the east end of the town.

The signal for revolt had been given, and for some months Bruges, like the rest of Flanders, was in disorder.

After the Restoration Charles sent to the citizens of Bruges a letter of thanks for the way in which they had received him.