Sint Janshuysmolen |
This blog is an adjunct to last week’s on the Lyres of Ur because
the second suggestion I had for my Californian visitors was to visit
the one windmill of the four remaining, which is open to the public.
It is called Sint Jansshuysmolen and there is a distinct whiff of a
serious ascension about the entry. One climbs up a robust ladder with
a side rail at one side only and it seems a Long Way Up. To actually
view the wooden machinery closely, one needs to ascend a further
indoor ladder but really dear reader, it is all Worth It.
Triumphant arrival |
The windmill itself is the only one built to stand in its present
place. Commissioned by the bakers of Brugge, it was constructed in
situ in 1770 to replace an earlier mill belonging to Sint Janshospitaal
which was blown down in 1744. It is fascinating to be in the interior
and to marvel first at the lack of space. The monumental size of the wheels
and the cogwheels which service the machinery [I think!] is
astonishing and one feels the eighteenth century miller must have
been both slight in stature and fleet of foot to negotiate the
interior working areas safely and effectively. I first visited this
mill in 1989 I think, with my husband Eric and loved it then but had
not thought of a re-visit. My loss I think. To enter this windmill reminds a visitor of
the dignity and effort of important traditional labour and the
ingenuity of man in providing the means to supply essential food. A
visit for me to remember.
Soon after my Californian guests and I had been windmilling, we
wandered towards a possible saunter along the inner ring of canals
and I remembered Cafe Vlissinghe, conveniently nearby, so we stopped
off there. The nineteenth century interior never suggests to me its
extreme age; it is well-preserved and cared for, comfortable and
quite dark while the outside area at the rear has been seriously
improved over the years since I first saw it in the 1990s when it was
somewhat unkempt. Vlissinghe has been continuously open since 1515;
miraculous given the Dutch, French, German,
Cafe Vlissinghe, inside. |
To complete a delightful day of discovery, after Luc Vanlaere’s
lute/harp concert/exposition, we went to Pomperlut, a tapas
restaurant opposite the children’s playground end of Astridpark.
The first shock was to find the playground fenced off and dug up!
Still have not found out why but continue to hope it simply means an
upgrading and not a removal!!
Pomperlut in handsome 17th century building at the corner of Minderbroedersstraat and Schaarstraat. |
Entering Pomperlut which is old Flemish dialect for mushroom, is like
taking a trip back in time. The seventeenth century building is
almost completely covered in wood, with old chandeliers, unique lamps
and a large fireplace so that one feels almost as it one has stepped
back to Brugge in the seventeenth century! The ambience is warm and
friendly and the food and wine were divine!!
It was a memorable experience with excellent service, all helping to
generate a longing to return.