Though inadvertently here at the height of the tulip season, an international event it turns out. Thousands of ‘tulip fuckers’ descending by the coachload on the Keukenhof.
As an old and highly respected university town, it is a pleasing mix of the tranquil and studious, and bustling and young – pleasing to me anyway. Can’t do anything about dutch food of course other than lean into it and have bitterballen in a brown bar drinking Texel.
This last, Rembrandt’s school.