Oudenaarde: literally it means ‘Old Earth’ so what better place to start.
This place and the hills around it are all about cycling: the cobblestones, narrow country roads, hills and the Ronde Van Vlaanderen museum that you can hardly avoid when entering the city, which also houses the smallest craft brewery in Belgium and had its own poète maudit.
Looking up the mighty wall of stones dubbed the Patersberg…
... and down its hobbly cobbles.
At times it’s a place of color.
The
old VdB, (not-so) local hero, was a tragic but fascinating figure…
...whereas
the new one seems a bit more composed, even while riding this Kamagurka-bike.
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op woensdag 21 juli 2010 om 7:55 en werd geklasseerd onder Photo, Trips.
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