The last Gentse Feesten that D and I went to was in July 2018. We were occupied with visiting friends in 2019 and then the pandemic happened. And just like that six years have gone by?!

Yesterday in the evening, D and I went to Gent, parked at a P+R and took the tram to the city centre to enjoy the festival. The weather was lovely (it was rainy the day before) and there were a lot of people. Because D could not find a food stall that sells things he likes, we sat down at a restaurant to drink beers and had a pizza to share. After a few hours at the festival, we got home safely by one thirty in the morning.

We are older now, do not live in the city, and have learnt how to enjoy things in a mellower manner…