Looking around, do some shopping, watching the cars, boats and works (excavators, cranes), going to the playground...
Throughout the city, some houses have a poem painted on them.
This poem is my favorite, it makes me smile:
In English, it goes something like this:
The influence of soft wind on clothes.
Are you going to the beach?
When you return, can I have the sand that comes out of your shoes for the floor of my aquarium?
2 comments:
Thanks for your comment on my blog - I find that the nicest way to discover new sites. I love this poem, so sweet. Victoria
Hey, that's my city too! Isn't it near the Hinthamerstraat/Kerkstraat?
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