Some photos from Ghent. It was old, medieval, and a little
bit dirty. It was also quiet damp, and I got fairly wet. Riding back I just
stayed under a road bridge like a tramp for a long time. Nothing else really
comes to mind, except perhaps observations of a north/south European
divide - a French couple came into a
trappist beer cafe, spread themselves around on the seats and settling in for
the day, ordered the beer, and the beer came out without any accompaniment (as
one would expect), they made a great fuss between themselves, and called the
bartender over and asked if there was any bread – he looked at them blankly and
gave a stern “No.” They looked shocked.
The one above is called Turkish Street because back in the olden days, the Middle East was called Turkey, and there was some kind of connection between the Middle East and this street.
