Somewhere between our cabin and the gangway I managed to misplace George. Thinking he was right behind me, I had grabbed my bag and camera. I even remembered to take my room key. Once on the pier, I realized that he was nowhere to be seen. Since his phone went straight to voice mail….. amazing how dependent all of us have become on our electronics.
Ah, well. I didnt think he was all that thrilled about my planned hunt for knitting needles.
My first choice – Flora – was closed for the week. Fold-Anna didn’t have hours posted and was closed at 1030. So I did what any self-respecting local would do. I went to the main shopping center. Located less than a km from the pedestrian zone it was easy to find. Just take the sidewalk past the Rathuis, continue past the soccer fields then make a left into a good size parking lot.
Nice normal shops and not a souvenirr or other cheesy thing in sight. Nettó was a treasure trove of goodies. Not just snack foods, but good food and produce, school supplies and a whole wall of yarn as well as knitting needles. The priced turned out to be lower than those at the shop in town with great choices.
I obviously spent time wandering around town. There are a lot of galleries; there are murals and bits of whimsy tucked here and there. Again, photos will be addef when I am not trying to post from my phone.
In front of the Art Museum
