a bus load of tourists on the one street in town
out of place in this village but bringing needed funds
one tourist shop after another selling wooden clogs and windmills
you wander away in hopes to find the everyday life hidden
not the attraction built for your enjoyment
smells of appelgebak and various other hapjes
entice your senses and lead you further from the main
to streets lined with bakeries and shops where the old language is spoken
no english to be heard here
it is yelled from windows to the children playing in the street down below