Having come to Utrecht, on my month long odyssey, to visit a friend... I was pleasantly surprised to find a brilliant, quietly beautiful town of lanes, and paved alleys ringed and criss-crossed by canals.
Like a smaller, more relaxed, prettier, less angsty cousin of Amsterdam,
everywhere the languidly rolling clatter of bikes by the thousand.
Not a helmet in sight.
Cars to a minimum, and the pace and vibe of the streets slows and softens.
Ducks down by the canals, and the constant, gentle ringing of the bells wafting through the lanes.
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A Jazz club in an old vaulted cellar by the canal.
Snack shop at 3 am, for something fried.
Green, gold, orange and brown as leaves gently fall to the cobbles.
Autumn and the end is nearing...
