Every day around five in the afternoon this trailer truck parks
in front of the city hall in the center of Providence and serves diner food
to hungry late night passersby. This restaurant, though possibly
rolling on Michelin tires, is not Michelin recommended. (Lewis)

Shopping tractors are not frowned upon in Providence, being more common
transport here than on the flat roads in the Netherlands. (Lewis)

Thank God It's Friday, in the Sarphatistraat.
(Guy)

"The lady's takin' a pause."
(Guy)

(Guy)

"It says it's a Caddy on the front end."
(Lewis)

(Lewis)

"Pick me up at the stadium."
(Lewis)

"Love Heals."
(Lewis)

Spiegelstraat.
(Guy)

He didn't make to the Rembrandt Tower in the distance.
(Guy)

Wet, wet, all wet.
(Guy)

The day after Ascension Day.

An unexpected sun stroke on Ascension Day.
(Guy)

"I'm on my way!"

Most coffeeshops were closed in the early hours.

Swiftly they walked through the drizzly streets.

Suddenly this flash from the past.

In spite of the drizzle.

Ascension Day.

No kin, presumably.
(Clay Enos)

The only bright signal this day.
(Guy)

Ain't seen nobody biking on the water.
(Guy)

Ain't singing.
(Lens Guy)

Morning coffee at Wildschut.

Breakfast on bed, outside the Concert Hall.

Probably cross cause it's gonna rain again.

"Estelle!"

Ex-biker holding up the bikers.

Stopped raining.

Green!

Regular hold-up in the Van Baerle.

"It's raining!"

Raining slightly.

"Grace, Pace, Space, Max."

Any color, provided the choice is black.
(Joost Gunternaar)

Garage sale in the park, Tuesday and Wednesday.
(Joost Gunternaar)

(Lens Guy)

(Lens Guy)

(Lens Guy)

(Lens Guy)

(Lens Guy)

(Lens Guy)

On Monday and Tuesday it had been raining a it.
Nevertheless Lens Guy withstood the weather and made his rounds.

The boy continued his ride on the sidewalk.

The boy had raced on the downhill cyclepath from the bridge
across the Stadionkade towards the Stadionweg, with a luggage case
behind his skelter, and from there he calmly crossed the zebra.

Smoking pause.

Eagerly waiting for green.

Red.

Carpediem! wrote Max Carpedi on this postcard and greetings from Charlie.

A postcard from Louis.
A long story on the flipside about how he went
inside and found some dear old memories.

Coincidentally Giel sent us a card from the French Alps.
Like in old times.

An emphatic chat about booze.

A cultural chat about classic music.

Max Carperdi arrived in Italy, according to this postcard.
If I know the marque of the little sportscar I may have it, he wrote!
Something like Mital? Help me!

Kees en de Spirit deel 1.

Het vervolg:
Kees en de Spirit deel 2.

Overlast.

My Promised Land
  In the Spring of 2002 Roger Sparks was traveling
with a virgin agenda when he landed
in America on the off chance, so it seemed at first.
But he had a plan, to meet Dr. Robert Ballard,
the discoverer of the Titanic.

Menu.