Sleeping under the Martini tower

Once upon a time when I lived in the centre of Groningen, a friend and I spent a whole night in the centre of the market square, next to the Martinitower. We fantasized how it would be to live exactly on the star that was written down in the pavingstones. I lived just around the corner, but in our eyes, it just wasn't close enough to the tower.

I visited my father today. I've had no reason to take photo's. This blip of the hotel bed under the poster of the Martini tower is my only blip today.
I will never sleep closer to the Martini tower.