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In Bruges after dark, J and I decide to wander. I’m hesitant, of course, assuming that most places shouldn’t be wandered in the dark. Peering at a tiny map ripped out of a guidebook under a single spluttering street lamp, I say, “Listen, I know I’m breaking the first rule of travel safety here, but…”
Because I do know. Standing under a street lamp to look at a map? As a woman? Why not just shout in all directions that you’d like someone to please mug you?
And J looks around us, up the narrow lane of tiny medieval structures. Their stuccoed facades glow white in the otherwise penetrating dark. A footstep on cobblestone a half mile away echoes as though the foot, its bearer, steps close by.
“Laura, I don’t think there’s anyone to mug us here.”
We had been searching for a restaurant, a bar, anything. Lights in a window. But in this city ringed by canals, so quiet and wet in winter, the only things to scare us are the shadows.
Bruges is in Belgium. It’s about an hour, by train, from Brussels.