Father & Son

Day 2 – Sunday - Middelburg

A short drive from Middelburg is the small coastal town of Veere, which means ‘ferry.’ Father and son pose with cannon on a cold windy autumn day. The sky is gray. It’s been around a year since they last saw each other. The son’s back is killing him.

There are lots of tourists. Crutching around is hard on the uneven cobblestones. My palms especially hurt. Haven’t seen any handicapped people. Everyone here is in good shape; slim and well dressed astride their bicycles.

Surprising to me, lots of people still smoke cigarettes though, especially at the outdoor cafes. Huge umbrellas with gas heaters underneath prolong the warmth while people watching. Big kettles of steamed mussels are the thing to have here. With beer, of course. And fried potatoes. The buildings are magical and unbelievably old and interesting.

Haven’t seen any homeless people or beggars.

When researching what the heck to say about Veere, I came across this youtube link on Veere’s official web site. It’s good. Watch it. Laugh. Toss your hair over your shoulder.