Princesses and Castles

The three of us had a pleasant walk along the boardwalk, stopping to see a sand sculpture display, feel the sea’s water kiss our ankles, and eat some Mussles fresh from that morning. Ben had heard long ago of a story about eating Mussels in Bruges. Why mussels in Bruges and not mussels in Brussels? We’re not sure. But this, we decided, was just as good. Continue reading Princesses and Castles