I vividly remember the river bank from my childhood. The village where I spent my vacations. The river there was enchanted. Like any river.
Stones, enchanted stones, willows, rocks, shallow water, deep water, a bottom I knew like the back of my hand, fish, all kinds of fish, snakes and crabs.
It's not the riverbank I'm showing you here, but it kind of looks like it. And now I wonder if all river banks are alike in this country.
No, of course not.
They are at least different from each other because of the memories they are imbued with. Because of the different people who visited them and left a piece of themselves there.
Part of their souls, part of their lives.
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 | Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you. |
