I live in a human city.  Usually, when I’m sitting in a café, and I say something to the folks at the table beside, they smile and respond.  Lovely.  That’s where I want to call home.

In my travels, I’ve discovered another clue:

Are there lots of places to sit?

Public spots, unattached to a café or restaurant.  Vantage points from which to see the world and its inhabitants, and feel into their lives.

Ghent is such a city

Here are twelve photos for human beings … like you and me. Perhaps you’ll join me someday on one of these chairs. Or maybe not. We’ll talk. Or maybe not.

Or perhaps it’ll just be me, living these words that I love:

Sometimes I sits and thinks

And sometimes I just sits