Antwerp

The following posts are taken from notes made while travelling to and from Antwerp. They are edited only for sense and in some cases are merely impressions of fleeting thoughts and events.





Thursday night about 10 o'clock - Antwerp.

The taxi driver does not want to let us out. The address Mr Becker gave us drew his sat nav to a wasteland by the docks. There is no sign of life.

Suddenly a light in the distance! A large shadow in the distance coalesces into a large gothic manse. A man is waving in the window. We leave our reluctant driver and decide to head across the waste carrying our own cases.



(Photograph of the window at which Mr Becker stood. In daylight)