It was dusk by the time we got out and a wrong turn lead to a bit of a scenic route, where we passed this. No idea what it is but it's really quite masonic looking.

It's even colder tonight after the seminar and the fountain more frozen. The cold plus the rain is making the cobblestone streets interesting, I wonder how the young ladies in the currently fashionable high heeled boots manage.



I walked down and cut across the site of the old hospital, now just ruined walls and a open park. The large church in town, which is being cleaned, is visible in its plastic coat:



Most of the business in this area were closed and it was near the nunnery that I found one open cafe, Maxamillan Von Osteberg.  It's close to the Beguin and after the taking a few low light shots, which is not fun with this pocket camera, I came back for dinner.  The shot below of the entry way shows the bridge where I have an old shot of the goddess, Luc, and his wife from my Fina days.



Next,  the side of the buidling against the canal:



The cafe's owner was kind enough to sit me by the fire. I had the home pate, which was good and came with the greatest pickles I've ever had, eel in green (below) for Ben, and the cheese plate with pommade for Noah. I then walked back to the Hotel t'putje, where I openned the box of chocolate's Kurt gave me and had them with mulled wine by the fire - discussing Obama  and US politics with a couple Irish guys from Clark College.