Yesterday, once we surfaced from the tunnel under the Scheldt we stopped to puzzle at some interesting signage.
After my speculating that the signpost was left over from some Viking raid, we wandered over to a park by the river where Ella struck up a conversation with an Iranian gent. He’s been in Belgium twenty-seven years. Both he and Ella lamented the war. He said that the former regime in Iran was bad but internationally there was a balance of power that is now all out of whack.
Leaving the park after getting a few shots of the Antwerp skyline…
…we took a ferry back across the river. I still had tunnel PTSD. The whistle of tires on paving made me flinch. Plus the ferry ride was free and took about four minutes.
