If you pronounce this name you can stay. It is a quant place and we are once again alongside in the heart of an old city. We have decided to stay a few days.
The weather has been divine and has made travelling along the canals very comfortable.
It was the middle of the day and the toll keeper had left his pole and clog-on-a-string on the grass. He controls the small side lock and I am certain that he is not far away; afterall he is Dutch and there is money to be made.
We followed the Merwedekanaal along with a string of other cruisers through the ever-changing countryside.
As the scenery changes so do the shapes of the eye-catching windmills.
Along the way are camping areas with people fishing, children swimming and families on picnic outings.
A little further along are the teenage boys, awkward and uncomfortable looking, almost asking: "So where are the girls?"
There was no shortage of geese cooling off in the canal and seemingly unconcerned as we motored by.
The canals offer us a glimpse of tiny gardens with planters and art objects placed next to bollards on private docks and umbrellas poking above plants and shrubs. The views into the gardens are inviting and are as open as their home windows, undraped with their lifestyle for all to observe.
We slid past our last windmill before entering Gorinchem and saw a couple beside it catching the last rays of the day. Another day in paradise.
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