Utrecht - Day 1 (Sunday Market)

     I'm writing this while ZM is preparing dinner. A husband that cooks for you is a lifetime pleasure indeed. We arrived full of zest - walking the Sunday market and the city centre of Utrecht until we kind of petered out around 3 plus pm, lazed in the living room and slept till it's 10 plus pm. Jet lag, my long lost friend, thank you for visiting gently.

 

        Utrecht has not changed at all. Besides the monstrosity of new constructions nearer the train station where modernity rears its ever bland head, the history city centre remains as before. The proud Dom tower, the resilient church. All the small shops and quaint eccentricities have survived unscathed. As if economic "progress" and inflation were never in doubt.

      When I call the streets, they return my name. 

           

      Time flew, but a small town stood still. Are small towns all we have as a buffer against time? It feels like home, but this is not home. It feels like we are students, with not a care in the world, with the only concerns being food and where our next journey shall be. But, we are no longer students.

    We walk and walk, and walk. It is all here. Still living. What is it like to remain unchanged as the world changes?

   I can smell the dinner ZM is preparing from all the ingredients we bought from the Sunday market. Despite it all, I feel almost happy. Perhaps, one doesn't realise one was running on empty, until one is full again.