Local Heart, Global Soul

July 4, 2015

The Kids Begged To Stop At DeliFrance, We Didn’t Take Much Persuading…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Family Kiwidutch were in Maastricht several years ago and whilst having a look around the central city, decided that it was time to stop or a spot of lunch.

More accurately the kids decided because we walked past a pastry shop / café called “DeliFrance” that had it’s front window open to the street.

Prominently displayed were waffles, and nothing gets a hungry child’s attention faster then delicious icing-sugar coated junk food like waffles, so having zoomed in faster than a pair of cruise missiles, they stood there pleading that they were so dying of hunger that they couldn’t walk another step, and “oh … look! … the only thing on offer we like, seems to be waffles !

Yes…(“what a shame!”). Himself and I relented, him because he was not eyeing up the waffles, but hankering after the coffee bean and me because all three of them had been patient while I took photographs and I was now rather in need for a sit down rest. Maastricht is a university city and we were in luck, the place was full whilst we ordered but there was a sudden mass exodus as a large group of students vacated in order to get to their lectures on time.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Whilst we were deciding what to order, we noticed that many of the young people sitting at the tables were packing textbooks into backpacks and getting ready to leave.

One of them was a young man who was talking to his friend about where he was supposed to be, the friend corrected him because apparently he had to be somewhere else.

The first guy let out a very loud expletive and exclaimed “But that’s in the (name I don’t remember) building and I should have been there five minutes ago!!!”).

Then he turned and sprinted out of the café, turned left so we saw him run past the open window, with his friend following, picking up things his mate had dropped.

All of the other students burst out laughing, they were obviously still on time for their lectures, but knew that this either had been or would be them one day.

With the tables suddenly vacated we were spoilt for choice and made ourselves comfortable. The children of course ordered waffles, Himself a coffee and me a cola light, my one true vice. Had I known that Little Mr. was destined to eat something with icing-sugar, I never would have pulled out a dark coloured tee-shirt for him to wear that morning… parents with children will know exactly what that means. The kids gave their waffles a ten out of ten. I also got photographs of the stone faces on the building. Refreshed and rested we set out again to look around…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

2 Comments »

  1. I think there is a rule that dark clothes should always be worn when eating food covered in icing sugar! 😀

    Comment by Elaine - I used to be indecisive — July 4, 2015 @ 7:03 am | Reply

    • Elaine,
      Ah yes Elaine, It’s the same rule that says that a kid should come in contact with as much dirt as possible when wearing a white shirt.

      Comment by kiwidutch — July 5, 2015 @ 12:03 am | Reply


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