Naked ladies and churros

We went to Bruges last weekend - again for me, first time for Ben. As before it was beautiful, and we managed to see a whole different part of the city that I missed before with Alana (I'm not sure how, because it isn't that big a city). The whole city is lovely, although we apparently only saw fit to take three pictures, two of the river and one of us. We also stumbled across an art gallery that showed almost exclusively pictures of nekkid ladies - not nekkid in the usual arty sense, Jack painting Rose, innocent booby paintings - these were proper full on, RUDE pictures of VERY nekkid ladies. It was difficult to know where to look, although I'm not sure Ben felt the same way. We also managed to accidently wander through the grounds of a monastery and shopped in H&M, which somehow feels more interesting than shopping in H&M at home, although again, I'm not sure Ben felt the same way.
Upon our return we discovered Mons to be lit up with more nekkid ladies - only these were spray painted on to the side of many wagons offering cuddly toys and candyfloss. Ben suddenly remembered that he had been instructed by his co-workers to make sure that he tried something, but couldn't quite remember the name. "Chin-Chins?" He hazarded wildly. No, that's a bar that we went to once but left because it was really cold (bars and pubs here are not the cosy places they are in England). "Tamtams?" No, that's a mexican restaurant, coincidentally across the street from Chin Chins. He finally hit on the right name after seeing a sign advertising them ("Churros") and we bought a few. They smell good - like doughnuts, and for the first bite they taste like doughnuts, and we were happy for a wonderful if short moment before we realised that they were not, in fact, anything like as good and tasty as doughnuts. I mentioned this to Liam, and he said he'd them in France and then accurately described them as being "like very chewy week old doughnuts", and then even more accurately, as "poop from a dog with a star-shaped bumhole".

I'm going to leave you with that thought.