Continuing from the previous post, we had dinner at Giant in the Central station and went back to Grand Place again to visit the Christmas market and the lighted buildings at the square. Walked past Leonidas, the chocolate scho, and saw a crowd in there so we went in to check it out. Turns out, people had to take queue numbers and wait for their turn. A friendly lady in the queue told us that their chocolates are good, but not the best in Belgium, and the price is reasonable unlike Godiva (apparently the best) where their prices are twice as costly. That pretty much sums up the first day in Belgium. W retreated into our hotel at 9 p.m. (it feels like midnight at that time).

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On day 2, we left the hotel at. 7:30 a.m. to catch the 7:59 p.m. train to Brugge (Bruges), the Venice of the North. It was an hour ride. We got caught in the first class carriage by the ticket guy. Haha no, we didn't know anything about it. So we moved our asses to the second class which is nowhere near as comfy as the first and the air quality is significantly lousier (true story). 

Had breakfast at Panos and my mum and I were hooked on the hotdog pie-like bun. After breakfast, we made our way over to the museums. We walked around, to the market place (the town square) and along the parameters of the town. Saw people on horse carriages and boats like the gondolas in Venice. The town is so beautiful. In the market, there's an ice-skating rink and several shops surround the rink. I had hot chocoMy dad had some hot wine and clamps while the kids ate waffles. We explored the town further and found more chocolate shops. Got a few boxes from Leonidas and some other shops we saw along the way. We had lunch at an Italian restaurant/bar the the outskirts of town. The barista who took our order has really bad attitude. That was the worst dining experience despite the food being up to standards. After dinner, we went back to the hospital museum where Huiyi and I paid 1 euro to get in. Yeah that's the price of tickets for youths under the age of 25. The place is really small and if you're not really the painting/history kind of person, it's just gory oil paintings of the hospital in olden days with the sisters and the patients, and people cutting other people's head off, and some equipment used in operations 
that made you think why the hell do they need that because none of it made sense.