The apartment we’re living in is on Koestraat, which means “Cow Street.” Apparently, in the old days they walked the cows to market on this street. I bet they had a problem with defecation and it looks like they still need to give some folks a reminder that those days are gone.
Next door to our apartment there are wooden clogs on the wall being used as planters.
And across the street we have our very own massage parlor. Remember, we’re in the Red Light District. Here’s Dale auditioning.