It’s funny how when one spends some time in one place it could become easy to lose some of the original fascination brought by the introduction. These canals in Bruges are amazing and it’s an absolute pleasure to walk along them or take a boat ride in. But after a significant time into a long walk the initial reaction of heartwarming astonishment and amazement could slowly turn into a “oh look it’s another canal”.
Looking at it in retrospect seems to always bring back the original awe. I guess it takes stepping away from something to regain the appreciation, be that physically or maybe mentally right there on the spot.