on saturday i set out on a bike ride and found the city of delft transformed. there were stands and stalls everywhere selling every type of thing. flowers, ancient comic books, fruit, pillows, antique picture frames, ceramic ashtrays, delftware, food, cell phones, everything. i bought myself a super stroopwafel and walked around.
on the main markt, a thin layer of sand had been delivered and men were playing a game where you tossed heavy metal baseball-sized spheres, trying to get close to another type of ball or knock other metal spheres out of the way. i watched for a while and tried to discern some rules of the game. people took it seriously though; they played in teams of two and took turns tossing these metal spheres. some had quite fancy windups before tossing the sphere with a lot of backspin like a softball pitcher. they kept score too.
then i rode west out of delft for a while. there was a church covered in ivy that is now a restaurant. lots of cows and the smells of cows. farmland. the start of the A4 highway. in the distance large wind turbines. old barns. canals of all medium sizes crossed by bridges of all types. i saw a henhouse with an m.c. escher poster. here the gravel consists of tiny crushed bits of seashells. i saw one old windmill that wasn't in use. the country is obviously flat but surprisingly overgrown. i rode a bit past schipluiden and then turned around, stopping in that town to admire its deserted streets and drink some water before returning, a round trip of about 15 or so kilometers.
on the way back i ventured off the main road and found myself in a bizarre development with all the streets named after classical composers. the streets included mozartlaan, strawinskylaan [sic], bizetstraat, mahlerpad, chopinlaan, toscaniniweg, beethovenlaan, etc.
and of course, there is always time for waterfowl.