The Belfry of Bruges, Belgium
We made day trip to Bruges from Antwerp, one of the best decisions ever. A distance of 106kms… we covered it one and half hours. The plan was self guided walking tour of Bruges but before that the hunt for parking space.
Luckily we got parking spot a little away from the market squares. Keeping the tall belfry of Bruges as reference point we easily reached the squares without getting lost. This medieval bell tower of 1240AD is included in UNESCO’s World heritage Site. Belfry of Bruges got destroyed and rebuilt three times. If one observes carefully one can find the distinct stages. The different materials used and the designs are clear signs. The topmost octagonal part was built in 1483AD.
The building, 83m tall, stands so impressively in the square that it can evoke poetries. Belfries symbolize deep human urge for freedom and democracy. Bells regulated the lives of the citizens of the city for years. In addition to announcement of time, bells chimed for fire alarms, work hours, and also for social, political, and religious events. The buildings adjacent to Belfry are former market halls with inner courtyard.
The view of Bruges city from top of this belfry is gorgeous I believe. Due to lack of time I had to give this a miss. The queue to get to top was discouraging too. Climb up 366 steps to get those mind blowing views of the city of Bruges. There are halts along the way up. The belfry housesthe vaulted chamber of the treasury, gallery of Hallengeboden and turret rooms containing inter alia, the carillon which is still played. The carillon counts 47 bells, of which 26 are from mid 18th century.
Open Timings of Belfry of Bruges
Monday to Sunday – 9.30 hours to 18.00 hours.
Closed on 25th December and 1st Jan.
10euros for adults.
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;
Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o’er the town.
As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood,
And the world threw off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood.
Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with streams and vapors gray,
Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast the landscape lay.
At my feet the city slumbered. From its chimneys, here and there,
Wreaths of snow-white smoke, ascending, vanished, ghost-like,into air.
Not a sound rose from the city at that early morning hour,
But I heard a heart of iron beating in the ancient tower.
From their nests beneath the rafters sang the swallows wild and high;
And the world, beneath me sleeping, seemed more distant than the sky.
Then most musical and solemn, bringing back the olden times,
With their strange, unearthly changes rang the melancholy chimes,
Like the psalms from some old cloister, when the nuns sing in the choir;
And the great bell tolled among them, like the chanting of a friar.
Visions of the days departed, shadowy phantoms filled my brain;
They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again;
All the Foresters of Flanders,–mighty Baldwin Bras de Fer,
Lyderick du Bucq and Cressy Philip, Guy de Dampierre.
I beheld the pageants splendid that adorned those days of old;
Stately dames, like queens attended, knights who bore the Fleece of Gold
Lombard and Venetian merchants with deep-laden argosies;
Ministers from twenty nations; more than royal pomp and ease.
I beheld proud Maximilian, kneeling humbly on the ground;
I beheld the gentle Mary, hunting with her hawk and hound;
And her lighted bridal-chamber, where a duke slept with the queen,
And the armed guard around them, and the sword unsheathed between.
I beheld the Flemish weavers, with Namur and Juliers bold,
Marching homeward from the bloody battle of the Spurs of Gold;
Saw the light at Minnewater, saw the White Hoods moving west,
Saw great Artevelde victorious scale the Golden Dragon’s nest.
And again the whiskered Spaniard all the land with terror smote;
And again the wild alarum sounded from the tocsin’s throat;
Till the bell of Ghent responded o’er lagoon and dike of sand,
“I am Roland! I am Roland! there is victory in the land!”
Then the sound of drums aroused me. The awakened city’s roar
Chased the phantoms I had summoned back into their graves once more.
Hours had passed away like minutes; and, before I was aware,
Lo! the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun-illumined square.