The Nassau's fief.
Each year, orange Breda organizes the international red-hair day, and it's today. Red-haired people from all over the world joyfully turn the quiet town into a sort of pilgrimage place. Much loud music and good humour. In the cathedral, 100 portraits of "hot red guys".
I am extremely sorry I was allowed only one hour there, because the musem closed at 5pm. I will have to come back, for the Van Gogh collection, the Dutsch masters, all the sculptures, and to spend much time in the amazing and somewhat disturbing natural park around.
Summer residence of the Royal Family for centuries. 17th century baroque castle, uber-neat gardens, giant park. What else?
Two days ago, I suddenly found myself in possession of a "Guide Michelin" about the Netherlands. My bike warned me not to open it: it knew I was going to sell my cycling soul to the Culture devil. When I realized there were several three-starred things around, I had no choice but to take a train to Deventer (halfway to my destination) to allow for detours and visits.
Deventer is another charming Hanseatic town which feels very animated, but in no way rushed.
- Penninckhuis, ornate facade, with a Charity statue that looks uncharitable
- Bussink's Koekwinkel, three samples of honey cake (Deventer's pride)
- De Drie Haringen (the three herrings)
- coloured umbrellas
- coloured shutters
- Waag (1528)
