Prior to our jaunt to Maastricht at the weekend, if we’d have played Mallet’s Mallet and the word had been Maastricht, the only word I’d have associated with it would have been Treaty. And even then I’d have struggled to tell you what the Maastricht Treaty was. Which is pretty rubbish and I’m a lot more up to speed now.
Just 90 minutes up the road from us on the autobahn is the Belgian/Dutch border on which Maastricht sits. It’s a gem of a small city that was a complete surprise. I absolutely loved it.
First impressions were those of frustration and annoyance. It’s a one-way system city; kind of like Bristol so I should be used to it, but driving our beast of a massive car around to find a central car park started to get on my nerves. But having successfully parked up in a underground garage…
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