|Orange Window Displays|
|A Decorated Bicycle|
Radio stations played it repeatedly. Over-and-over. Non-stop. Throughout the whole day.
After the magnificent fireworks display that concluded the celebrations for this year, I walked back across the bridge with the hundreds of party-goers. The street lights glimmered on the black water of the Maas, the cool night air ruffled my hair and murmurs of the "leuke dag" filled my ears.
It was magical.
I crossed my fingers in a wish that I'll be able to celebrate "Koningsdag" again next year - here in Maastricht.