A Monday in the Netherlands where your comrades abandon you and you travel to a random town without a map, objective or enough woolly layers.
Not many words today – just some photos. In the middle of settling back into a new term in Strasbourg, sorting out my classes and boring things like that.
The city is gleaming and I can hardly keep my eyes open for fear of the searing sunlight. The canals around most street corners are more like grand mirrors, upon which the rays hit, dance and blossom. Our refuge from this mighty star is found only between the skinny buildings, in the hose-pipe alleyways. We walk often on the road, for the pavement is thinned downed for one car to squeeze through, and we have fattened ourselves with violins and rucksacks on our shoulders.
I woke up this morning, did some French homework, went to the sitting room, looked out the window and saw this beautiful piece of art outside the school grounds:
Wearing ridiculous clothes of the worst combination – I had on me some thick nude leggings and shorts and other layers before adding on long grey sports socks, spotty Doc Martens and a large jacket – I made my way downstairs to take some photos, fearing that it would melt away. Whoever made it, you are awesome.
(I am not bare-legged I promise.)
Last night, following the excitement of the first snowfall, some people from school got creative:
I can picture this in the grounds of a modern art gallery? Contemporary sculptures:
According to one of the neighbors, at around 10pm last night, singing and celebration could be heard from the school grounds. This tends to happen if we are in happy-playing-outside mode.
His son got a bit angry with a snowman and started hitting it. Quite a funny sight.
Happy weekend and enjoy the snow everyone!