The Continent

Bremen, Germany.

It has this fancy old building.

And this one.

And a river.

And is totally boring, but has trains to elsewhere.

Osnabrück, Germany.

It has this fancy old building.

And this one.

This building is pink and leans forward.

This one has a barrel.

Osnabrück is also boring, but has trains to elsewhere.

Amsterdam, Netherlands.

And look, Fred is here!

Along with the rest of my company.

The view from my hotel room is quite alright.

I have raw fish for lunch.

It’s magnifiek.

We only smoke tobacco.

We stop to smell the flowers.

We hang out in highrises.

With Alvin.

They have thrill rides on the roof.

We check out the punk clubs.

We meet the gutter cats.

And then we leave.

Antwerp, Belgium.

It has a kick-ass train station.

Bruges, Belgium.

I stay in a hotel.

It’s got a canal.

And another canal.

And another canal.

And another canal.

And another canal.

And another canal.

Some of them are more popular than others.

It also has an alley.

And another alley.

And another alley.

There’s also this old building.

And a square of other old buildings.

It has a tower.

And this ornate building.

It has a gazebo.

It has an alley cat.

It has horsemen of the apocalypse.

It has Rodenbach and rabbit.

It has city gates on the city moat.

It has windmills.

Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.

It has an abbey.

And walls.

Wine grapes grow on the walls.

You can wander on the walls.

And within the walls.

And deep beneath the walls.

It also has these old alleys.

And street markets.

Basel, Switzerland.

My hotel looks out at a bridge over a river.

The river contains people.

They float in the current.

So do swans.

And ferry boats.

And cruise boats.

There are old churches among old alleys of old houses.

Very old houses.

Saint George battles dragons.

Death lurks.

I see a piece by Matisse.

And a Dalí.

An abbey.

Drums with a death mask.

A marionette theater.

Hamburg, Germany.

I try to go inside this church.

… only to realize I already am inside.

A monument against war.

Please don’t war.

Copenhagen, Denmark.

Back to Sweden.

It’s nice to go places.