Bruges, Belgium - (map)
I didn't notice what Bruges was so much as what it wasn't.
It wasn't big.
Nor was it a town where homeless youth loitered outside all night or where whores ply their trade out in the open.
It didn't have trash littered streets.
Nor did a perpetual party atmosphere rule, courtesy of coffee houses selling marijuana.
But what was Bruges? In short, the perfect opposite of the city I just arrived from, the antitheses of Amsterdam.
Bruges felt so clean and straight - a hyper-quaint medieval village with cute pointed spires, clock towers, narrow buildings, and graceful waterways.
In so many ways I loved Amsterdam for being dirty. But entering Bruges was like stepping out of a smokey bar into the fresh night air - I suddenly realized how polluted my lungs were and enjoyed a deep cleansing breath.