Nothing to do, this city attracts me like a magnet. Why do I have to come back here as soon as I have some free time ?
However, more beautiful places or more exotic, I know a lot. And this city becomes every day uglier, more monolithic, colder.
But no, I feel good. Let's forget about psychoanalysis.
As every time I come back here, I'm entitled to a weather that would calm a drug addict with LSD. I'll eventually believe
that Blankenberge was sentenced to the moldy weather.
And as usual, I wouldn't make friends with the local union.
Pictures
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The Royal Road between Wenduine and Blankenberge.
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Since the access restrictions to the dunes, there is more than this staircase to reach the beach.
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Holiday homes, all identical. Uniformity is fashionable at the coast.
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The heap of caravans in the Polders. And far off, the wind turbines of the Zeebrugge Canal.
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At the top of the dunes, swept by the wind.
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Towards Wenduine.
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The piers of the port of Blankenberge.
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The entire dunes are now closed to the public. History of preserving what remains of nature on this coast devoured by concrete.
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The only path parallel to the beach. A little greenery in the middle of the dunes.
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In the streets of Blankenberge. At each of my visits, the scenery changes. And not to improve.
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The Petit Rouge Hotel, modernized without finesse. It remains more watchable than other bunkers.
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The monument Lippens and Bruyne and the casino. These two Belgian soldiers found a heroic death in the Belgian Congo, fighting the slave traders in 1892.
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Through the destruction of the dike, the old post office.
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Distorted reflection of a vestige of the Belle Epoque.
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The CCCasino (sic) in all its splendor.
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The entrance mast of the beach, all decrepitude.
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A pensive Buddha on a deserted terrace.
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One of my favorite views. All this beauty, this harmony, this genius ! The whole world envy us.
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How beautiful...
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The Charlier ramp, close to the casino and the Saint-Roch church.
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The spire of Saint-Roch is more and more difficult to emerge from blocks of apartments.
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Around the church, the city had the good grace to protect the old buildings.
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Small private terrace, a bygone era.
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There was a time when we found this kind of building on the dike.
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We even find trees ! A true miracle in this over-urbanized region.
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At the foot of Saint-Roch, became the decanal church of Blankenberge at the place of Saint-Antoine at the end of the 19th century.
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The vessel of the church, in neo-Romanesque style.
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Saving an old school. Only the facade will be preserved, the rest has already disappeared.
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The casino tower from the Onderwijsstraat.
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Destruction, again and again.
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The Saint-Antoine church (14th century), typical of the maritime region. It replaces a church ravaged by a tidal wave in 1334.
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Abandoned in 1889 for the benefit of Saint-Roch, more spacious and in the center of the town, it reopens in 1926 after a welcome restoration.
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At the site of the naves, destroyed by the Calvinists in the 16th century. Behind her, there is the train station.
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The next two on the list of demolishers. It's on this note of optimism that I take leave of Blankenberge.
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