This lonely bottle of Grolsch beer was left on the pillars of the bridge.
My guess is this is John the Baptist, namegiver of the bridge and the streets that run on both sides of the bridge. According to legend the nearby church, St. Martins church, kept an import relic of him. Once.
We are waiting for the bridge because a boat passes. The bridge could be closed. Or it could be open. Depending on how you like at it.
The canalized merger of two former rivers, now called the Reitdiep, as seen from the bridge. A ships approaches.
OK. I did scare this girl who walked alone next to the canal when I turned around and stepped off my bike to take this picture. I felt a bit guilty about that. Sorry, girl. I was just going to take a picture. Nothing else.
Today is not half so dramatic as these clouds imply. In fact, it is a very nice, late summer’s day.