The bus to Maastricht crosses the border from Germany into the Netherlands as soon as you leave Aachen. Here are some fields along the way
and at Dreilanderpunkt where Germany, Belgium, and the Netherlands meet. (OK, I took this picture earlier/greener in the season, but it’s along the way.)
Then Maastricht, from the images that capture the gist of the town
to the really weird stuff; e.g., I’ve never seen a urinal like this
or a bookstore like this
I have on some occasions seen an underground art scene like the one at Landhuis/Wasteland
For example, this would fit at The Farm in Tennessee or in the Bywater/Marigny/St. Claude area back in New Orleans, where a kind of free-spirited, low-budget, random exuberance knocks things out of the way and creates its own field of aesthetic play. Perhaps it might fit the industrial art scene of London. But this kind of spectacle is at first glance less visible in Germany, except maybe in Berlin or in some of the other eastern cities I’ve heard about like Leipzig and Dresden. This is a generalization, of course, not a universal truth, but the Germans seem a bit more inclined to color inside the lines and get things done. I’m still poking around though, making the most of my contacts with those Germans who break the boundaries and enjoying the kindness and generosity of Germans in general.
Oh yeah, and then there’s dope boats in Maastricht.
Sorry, though, the government has cracked down. No smoking weed on the dope boats without a Dutch passport — for now, anyway.