The pilgrims at Dordtrecht. Twenty years ago, the tourist people didn't know a thing about the Synod of Dort. This year, no one struck out that way. We got a nice tour of the old city, as well as a move into the old church, where a corner of the cathedral--just one little exhibition--is given to the Synod of Dort, 1618-1619. But we were there.
Factoid: All the men wore beaver hats--from Europe, of course. But it wouldn't take long before the European fad had depleted the beaver populations throughout Europe, thereby giving special incentive to North American trappers and wilderness men. The men of the Synod of Dort were not wilderness men. Don't be fooled by the story.
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On to the place of the windmills, a International Register of Historical Places location, where you've got to really be bad not to take gorgeous pictures. For the first time, the wind blew, the sky spit a little, and it was cold, quite cold.
And then to Delft, for Delft ware, as well as more walks through old cathedrals, this including the burial vault of Holland's Royal Family from the House of Orange. Another incredible pair of cathedrals, with tons more reminders of death--the ars moriendi (more sometime later maybe).
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On to the place of the windmills, a International Register of Historical Places location, where you've got to really be bad not to take gorgeous pictures. For the first time, the wind blew, the sky spit a little, and it was cold, quite cold.
No matter. These windmills only begin to look Dutch when the skies get gray.
And then to Delft, for Delft ware, as well as more walks through old cathedrals, this including the burial vault of Holland's Royal Family from the House of Orange. Another incredible pair of cathedrals, with tons more reminders of death--the ars moriendi (more sometime later maybe).
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