Last Sunday we went out to Oostende, out to the sea with Edwin C and his wild bunch of boys, Auguste and Marcel. We all liked the Malstaf image of the projection of the Victorian lady on water. We liked the horsie too. Even more though maybe we liked to feel sand under our feet, the thick creamy lemon icecream, fried fried french fries loaded with majonaise, the train runing back on time taking us to our destination, the name on the ticket. How very efficient and what a luxury indeed, to take a rain out to sea.