Coordinates: 50°58′49″N 2°35′10″E / 50.9803°N 2.5861°E / 50.9803; 2.5861
Hondschoote (from Dutch; Hondschote in the modern Dutch spelling) is a commune of the Nord département, in northern France.
Hondschoote lies on the French side of the Franco-Belgian frontier, just inland from the North Sea.
The Noordmeulen windmill dates from 1127 and another windmill, the Spinnewyn was restored in 1993. The church dates from the fourteenth century - its tower was completed in 1513 but burnt during the religious troubles in 1582. It was restored in the early 17th century - it is a surprisingly large building for this small town. On the square are several fine old buildings, particularly the town hall. The tourist office is a tiny structure near the front of the church.
In the Middle Ages, Hondeschoote was part of the Spanish Netherlands. A thriving wealthy cloth-town, it had thousands of small workshops making serge cloth from locally-grown linen flax. But in the 16th century, when French armies attacked the Spanish army, battles raged over Hondschoote. The French burned and looted the town. The cloth-makers of Hondeschoote fled as refugees to what is now Belgium and to England, taking their skills to benefit France's rivals.
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My, my how indiscreet
Your self destruction is so complete
Oh yeah, and I know, yeah, I know
That she?s going down slow
It was this morning that you phoned
You sound strung out, babe, but so high toned
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That she?s going down slow
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And when that guy comes by with his diamond ring
It doesn?t feel right and you tell him so
So you buy your tickets home
And you?re going down slow
And she?s going down slow
I saw you last night, how indiscreet
Your self destruction is so complete
Oh yeah, yeah, I know
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know
That she?s going down slow
It was this morning that you phoned
You sound strung out, babe, but so high toned
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