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The plan seems questionable from the outset. A car? In Bruges? That’ll never work. Belgium’s medieval gem isn’t the kind of place you drive around. Its narrow, cobblestone lanes and public squares will surely make a nighttime drive a waste of time.

Upon entering the city in the early evening rush hour, there’s traffic everywhere, clogging up Bruges’ arteries. Cyclists dart the wrong way down bewildering one-way streets, which leave you hopeless, lost in a nanosecond. Our satellite navigation has a panic attack.

False Start

So we park and have coffee in the Burg, one of the city’s gothic-tinged main squares. Our surroundings may be beautiful, but from a driving perspective, Bruges isn’t looking good.  It takes a small car to lessen the risk of us colliding with the two-wheeled warriors, tourists, canals and cramped architecture that make up the city.

As darkness descends, we drive to the main ring road to start our circuit of the city. Heading to the eastern side of town, we reach Kruisport, a small stone fence over the moat that surrounds the old city of Bruges, and make our way in as the streets of Bruges clear into the late hours.

 

Driving in Belgium, Driving in Bruges

The tourists have gone by now, dissolved into the city’s pubs. Lone cyclists clatter over the cobbled streets, heading for home. We pass the old tollhouse, dating from 1477, then The Royal City Theatre, one of Europe’s best-preserved neo-renaissance theater buildings. The spire of the Onze Lieve Vrouwekerk cathedral, backlit by the moonlight, acts as our compass.

It’s an eerie sensation, driving through a sparsely lit, part-gothic, part-medieval city under the spell of a full moon. The gargoyles looking down on us through the gloom are unsettling. The history of this place seeps out of the walls late at night. 

Driving in Belgium, Driving in Bruges

Take A Trip Through Time

If you squint just a little bit, you can imagine Bruges in medieval times, when it was a leading light in the cloth trade. Although much of the city’s architecture is a recreation of older buildings, the combination of ancient and new is almost seamless. Take away the cars and the electric lighting and you could easily be in the 15th century.

We press on to the Markt, Bruges’ principal main square. Overlooked by the mighty Belfort, one of Belgium’s most famous landmarks, the Markt is host to a selection of mostly late 19th century recreations of medieval gabled buildings, all subtly different from each other. During the day the Markt is just another tourist attraction, full of cafes, waffle stalls and souvenirs, but with added darkness its real grandeur comes alive, looming over us through the murky skies. 

Descent Into Darkness

We drive through to the Burg, where we stopped for coffee all those hours ago. It too is deserted now. We stop in front of the beautiful Basilica of the Holy Blood, the city’s most holy shrine and home to a vial that reputedly contains the blood of Christ. Then the lights in the square go out suddenly at midnight and we’re plunged into darkness.

We head for the comfort of street lighting and continue south, taking in the city’s central canals before gunning down to the Astridpark and the stunning Magdalena church.

It’s getting chilly now, and it’s time to call it a night. We point the car north and wind our way back through the deserted narrow streets, past the beautifully kept houses, along the bottle-green canals, past the neighborhood restaurants and cozy bars, and head towards a good night’s sleep. Who’d have thought a nighttime tour of Bruges could’ve gone so well? 

Driving in Belgium, Driving in Bruges