It has been said of Schappen that the city was once anchored, that the merchants and the governors made their faulty bargains in the town square without getting sea-sick, that the young maidens’ hair was silken, smelling of pasture and spring, not of salt and lobsters.
After many years on land, they say the town began to sink into the sea with the rising tides and that rather than retreat backward onto land, the city fathers chose to move the city onto a boat and search for higher ground.
From the ship, the city saw the world and came into port at strange and wonderful places. The citizens spent their days looking out the windows of their tower houses in search of new land and in time, they forsook lamb and wheat for eels and crawfish.
We often dream of living in the city of Schappen- wandering the seas for new grounds to set down our tents and begin again. Schappen is the delusion of all boys before they are men and the fate of all widows and adulterers.