I arrived in Enschede at dusk. The medieval town centre glistened and bustled with life. People filled eateries, folk chilled in cafés and coffee shops, cyclists glided by often singing, pedestrians laughed and joked and the church clock played pretty melodies on their carillons. Enschede is on the very edge of Germany. Indeed many residents speak not just Dutch, German and naturally English but many also speak another Dutch Low Saxon tongue, Tweants. The dialect of the Twente region of Overijssel.
Everyone here is just friendly, lovely and kind. You can fell the calm here. Its such a cool town brimming with students too.
Ever increasing circles of streets grow outward from the old church on the edge of the market place in the very centre of the ancient city. All around are fountains, art, statues and a huge sense of civic pride.
Old and new sit comfortably alongside each other. Here stiff metal is frozen in billowing motion all across this space with vivid colours like fallen Phoenix feathers rising again. called Whispers by Arne Quinze. There’s wondrous street art all around.
So I’m here to take a look at the Music Therapy Master’s course on offer here. Sadly I didn’t manage to get in as it was end of term. I didn’t plan that very well.
A brief “foot” note. I loved the flooring in one of the shopping centres