The Swan Cafe, Maastricht ...

We call in for lunch at the Swan Cafe - young waiters dart around the terrace - silky haired girls exchange secrets - 

Dutch newspapers are fanned out upon a dark wooden table - slender glasses of beer are brought to our table -

The flags of Limbourg and Maastricht are flying from the roof of the town hall - 

Peter tells me that he spent his teenage years in a seminary - a farmer wanted a skinny horse, a wide hipped wife, and the eldest son in a seminary he says - 

We try hard to imagine Peter in a soutane, but I can imagine him playing billiards, defeating the champions from the quiet villages - 

Later, we gaze upon golden reliquaries - we wander though the dark nave of an ancient church - 

16.00

18 August 2014 

Cafe de Zwaan

Maastricht