A place to rest in Brugge

After fleeing the traffic and then getting lost in the side streets of suburban Brugge, we finally made our way to the old city of Brugge on the right side of the river canal. Unfortunately there were no hotels. We rode around and around, saw no signage at all on the old buildings all along the canal roads. In frustration I stopped along the road when I saw a man and woman exiting one of the buildings which simply appeared to be personal homes.
Then a third person wheeled several suitcases out as a car arrived to pick them up. We looked at the young man handling the suitcases and he looked over at us. We turned the bikes off and heard him say..."are you looking for a place to stay". I screamed out to him immediately..."yes, please".
He told us to unload and come into the office as soon as we were ready. There was absolutely NO way anyone would have known this was a hotel. We were just guided here by our guardian angels and the day was saved.
We unloaded our usual 65kgs of baggage each. Pulled our bikes up to a sign post, one bike in each direction so we could effectively chain the bikes together around the pole.
Sol was so tired he couldn't be bothered wearing his helmet as he rode up to the pole. I watched intently as he did so with the Ducati's dry clutch plates rattling away. People came out of their houses and were staring at us disturbing their peace and tranquility. Some looked at us with disdain and anger.
We didn't give two hoots. The young man looked after us very well. I pre-payed for the room and we shlepped our bags upstairs to the 2nd floor apartment with its window facing the canal from where we could see the bikes while in the room.
After settling in we asked directions and walked to the famous Brugge old city center to find some dinner and just take a look around.