In the waning day, following the coast from Belgium to France through a tiled countryside. Transmission towers repeating into the distance like iron men in the sky.
These cables have their origin a few kilometres to the north at the Gravelines Nuclear Power Station, one of the world's largest. Six reactor cores hum away and warm the waters of the North Sea.
A titanium dioxide factory glimmering with Mars light. Minutes later, the salt airs of Calais, our stop for the evening.
Bruges (a so-called Venice of the North) and a street on the outskirts thereof. Cities are calmer when the traffic is limited and walking is the preferred mode of transportation. Nicer when cobblestone's underfoot and the buildings are of brick.
Brick says “I like an arch”.