Sunday night fatigue

Another busy weekend, not skiing, but showing my parents round the sights and highlights of the town. This seemed to involve doing lots of walking (along the beach, through the centre...), shopping for and looking at the 'European' things in the shops and being thankful that the weather forecast was wrong and we were not rained on.

We saw that the good citizens of Delft were also glad that this was the case, as this weekend is the start of Carnival. Even here in the dour, Calvinist North, people need to let their hair down and drink away the store-cupboard before lent. For those who feel it's too restrained here they head to the Catholic South, where joie-de-vivre is the order of the day, the celebrations are much wilder.


Carnival in Delft

Carnival in Maastricht

All this tourism has worn me out; I'd better get back on the slopes for a rest.