There is always a little corner

Tonight after dinner SO and I went for a little walk around the block. Nothing major, nothing unusual. Just a wander through a city we know so well.

As we live in an old city, parts of it are just plain weird in build. Centuries of add-ons, removals, replacements and remodeling make up for an interesting labyrinth at times. What happened in the olden days is that communal areas and or back roads were locked off from the main road and are only accessible if you have the key. In some cases behind there is more than just a through fare. And sometimes you manage to pass an open through fare for decades without noticing.

Tonight, walking a street we have walked a thousand times, we noticed an opening between two old houses. As it looked as public access we went in and walked to find some sheds and garages, nothing unexpected. We also found a small door at the end of a small passage way, this was unexpected but tantilizing. The door was open and carefully we walked through, prepared to be shouted at that we were trespassing. Behind that door we saw an amazing central courtyard. It was wonderful green, lush and so many birds. It looked familiar and all of a sudden it clicked. We were in the centre of one of the almshouses that were built here. This one is from the 18th century. Up till now we only ever had seen the outside, now we were in it. Would you believe that this slice of heaven is only about 200m from our front door? Currently those almshouses there are for assisted living so in a way the legacy of why they were built remains as it was. It is a wonderful find on our doorstep. Just because were wandering and we thought let’s have a look what is there.

I can only recommend going through your own city or town and look at it with a strangers eyes. Go around a corner that is not your usual way. You just may find a hidden gem. Truth be told it is how we found our house too. We were wandering like we did tonight and just decided to turn right when we saw an opening. All of a sudden we were on modern square hidden behind the historic houses. As it turns out it is not hidden at all, but it was an area SO (who was born in the city) had not realised was there. Now we live there.

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About Gilraen

My blog is simply about my life. I moved countries for the first time in 1993. I lived in the Netherlands, UK and NZ. The initial idea was to keep my overseas friends up-to-date with what was going on in my life. The blog, like me, is always changing and evolving.
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2 Responses to There is always a little corner

  1. That is what I call a wee adventure and you found gold. Brilliant.

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