Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped
On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres
Of sky and sea.
It was her voice that made
The sky acutest at its vanishing.
Sunset view across Monhegan Harbor, August 2015, my photo
Took a short trip to Europe last month and going to make you sit through some of the slides. Pull up a chair.
A bit of blue in Bruges, where the picturesque medieval old center—mostly shades of dignified red, orange and black—was almost overwhelmingly scenic. Loved this bit of blue.
The town’s symbol, a rather dashing bear, in his niche on the Burghers’ Lodge.
Bruges’ version of a (former) storefront church.
The alley ways (through which Colin Farrell wanders in the dude flick “In Bruges”–sample dialogue: Ken: [preparing to climb the bell tower]: Coming up? Ray: What’s up there? Ken: The view. Ray: The view of what? The view of down here? I can see that from down here. Ken: Ray, you are about the worst tourist in the whole world. Ray: Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin. If I grew up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me but I didn’t, so it doesn’t.
Fake “vintaged” photo that I took–given that Bruges has had a century of being sold as a ‘vintage’ tourist spot, seemed appropriate to Photoshop it, the whole city is sort of Photoshopped.
Some 20,000 people manage to live in the old center, although the rest of the city extends to the North Sea and houses the remaining 80,000 inhabitants.
Windmills ring the old city wall.
A few days later, we were off to Antwerp, which was my favorite destination on the trip, a working city and a historic one on top of each other. The vault of the train station.
You have to love a city where the most spectacular building is a transit center, not a church. The Antwerp one is really a children’s book dream of train-station-ness. (And Belgian Rail was pretty eye-opening for this monthly Amtrak user.)
Another view of the Antwerp Train Station.
The child angel with lighting bolts–not sure if this is commerce or religion, but loved it.
The highlight of the trip for me was a tour of the Museum Plantin-Moretus, the 300+ year history of printing by one of the publishing houses that brought you the Renaissance.
The press room, as it was for a century and a half at least.
Last day in Amsterdam, took a great walking tour about the economic history of the city.
Not sure how the economics work, but not one city in Belgium or Holland lacked for bookstores. We saw them all over.
And to end, a reminder of the North Sea, which stands at the edge of all this busy industry and beauty, awaiting its moment. Here it is encountered at Katwijk on a suitably cold, wet day.