Over the Easter weekend, Dave and I took a daytrip to Ghent (Gent in Dutch, Gand in French). Everyone had told me it was like Bruges except less touristy, and the best of the three typical daytrip towns (the third one being Antwerp), and it was, kind of. There were bits of it that definitely looked all chocolate box pretty like Bruges, but it also seemed quite modern, with lots of stuff for young people, which I don’t remember from Bruges (although admittedly, that was years ago I went). It had pretty amazing shopping too for such a small place, in a really nice cobbles street environment.
It felt quite Dutch as well, because there’s lots of canals and bazillions of bikes. Just crazy amounts, chained onto everywhere. In that picture you see just one part of a huge car park full of them, it’s a mystery to me how anyone finds their bike again once it’s chained up in there.
The day involved hangover pancakes, Bulgarian contemporary art, graffiti lanes, art nouveau doorways, robots, lurid eighties furniture, guerrilla knitting, antiques arcades, nostalgic early 2000s indie music and beer in tiny glasses. An excellent time all round.