Living in Africa, with its wide open spaces, I felt intrigued by Europe’s network of alleys during my latest visit to Gent. Ancient, narrow, little streets steeped in local culture. Trodden by countless feet throughout an irrelevant, undocumented history. Haunted by ghosts, witness to hushed memories that were not to be shared with the rest of the city. Drugs, sex, crime. Art. A shortcut to pubs and shops and friends. Some short and straight, some long and curving. Dirty and dark. Upmarket and sleek. Cobble-stoned, potholed, tarred and tiled. Europe’s alleys are as diverse as its people. Here’s a collage.