The Hague on a Sunday morning at 10:30 AM isn't a hopping town. I've noticed that generally, Amsterdam isn't an early-rising kind of place, especially on weekends. You could shoot a cannon down our street any morning at 8 and not hit a soul. But The Hague was eerily quiet at 10:45.
|Up the street...|
|...and down the street, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse|
|One of 3 tables, from one of 30 vendors|
|His omnipresent salamanders|
But there were also studies and some limited number of sketches that showed how he did his inventive work.
|Study for Metamorphosis|
|Note the construction lines in this rare watercolour|
|I built this|
|I've lost weight since retiring. Karen appears to have grown some|
...and see that in fact, it doesn't look like what he drew. His sense of optical illusion was wonderful, and I love the way he played with your mind. There's an original Escher at the Schiphol airport that is 42 METERS in length. This I have to see.
The museum itself is also a kick. I give you a sampling of the chandeliers and light fixtures, which are by an artist named Hans Van Bentem from Rotterdam.
And my personal favourite (which I post for Lisa and Mikey Bastard, who I know will order one tomorrow):
We had time for a brief walk through downtown, past the lake...
|The Binnenhof, home of the Dutch Parliament|
|One of the three arms of the Passage|
|Tram lines and people on a quiet Sunday afternoon|
By this time we were less than 1 km from Scheveningen, Holland's most popular seaside resort. It has a busy little harbour...
|Third spot on the right|
|Holding her face against the blast|
|Presumably where people sit in better weather|
|Ridin' the wind and the waves|
|Table top BBQ? Roast marshmallows?|
|Pick a primary colour they DON'T have|
|Why is this here?|
|Ah, that's why|
|I think this beach runs all the way to Denmark, actually|