I sat in Nostalgie this morning.  It’s a new breakfast place on the Sleepstraat.

Behind the counter was a nice lady who knew no English, and my Dutch wasn’t up to the task.  Two women enjoying their paninis helped me with the menu.

Nostalgie especially serves the Turkish community in Gent but clearly welcomes everyone.  A young Turkish man sat near me.  He was served a marvelous-looking egg dish in a little iron pan.  As I lusted over his food, I asked him about it.  He was so friendly in reply.

So … I’d say Nostalgie is a good place.  I shall return.

And now the wall:

I got up to look at each image.  I figure all the people are Turkish, as is the writing.  Many of the big cards looked old. 

I wondered if the folks depicted are dead now.  And that took my mind to the impact we make on the human beings we encounter in life.  Does our contribution linger after we die?  Does it end completely once those we knew die?  Maybe not.

Just a wall with big cards

Just a wee Turkish restaurant

Just three women and a man who wanted to help

Just lovely