Walk with Me

This is the infamous door. The fickle door that so challenged me. Imagine my joy when I heard one of my new roommates struggling to open it. It's not just me!

On my way to dutch class, I walk down many streets. One such street is called zakstraat or "pocket street." I find it so aptly named. It is not pictured, but you can imagine what a pocket street might look like.

This is Her Blessed Statue...at least, that is what she's called in my head. She sits to the left of the main gate at the university. I do not know why.

Just up from Her Blessed Statue, you'll find the Big Bishop (again, my name) the wall behind him also has a wonderful painting that is marred by graffiti, but it's still quite pretty.

These baguettes are delivered to this restaurant before it opens. One morning, I watched a garbage truck roll by as this bread hung there, and I worried about the sanitary implications of that.

Bikes...pretty much what you expect here. I've learned you must avoid "wild parking," though. Bikes need been in their place not parked willy nilly all over the sidewalks.

I pass this canal. Sometimes it smells and I wonder if it is not just a fancy looking sewage canal. Probably not, though.



This donkey is my favorite part of the morning walk. Why a donkey? I couldn't tell you. Eee Aaaa.

The roman era city wall and the entrance to the school.

The school as seen from atop the city walk. No, I don't usually go up on the wall on the way to class in the morning, but I thought you should see the building. it used to be a church, and in one of the lecture halls there is still holy water so you can cross yourself as you go in to visit the graves in the wall. I tried to take a picture; it didn't come out.