There. In your face!
Middelburg
It was quite a weird experience; my hometown Brielle is just as old, so the Middelburg buildings feel very familiar, but they are larger, grander and more numerous. Above is the Vismarkt (fish market), our view from the b&b. A lovely square, very quiet. Until we were shouted awake no less than 5 times by drunken louts in the middle of the night...some people have no manners!
Such grandeur!
The old centre of the town is a collection of squares, mostly connected by gates. There is a huge Norbertine Abbey, dating from 1127, and it has numerous winding alleys.
It also has many churches! The Reformation meant they all converted to Protestantism in 1574, as did this one, but the outside still felt pre-reformation.
Middelburg made its wealth from VOC and WIC shipping. And that means not only spices, and luxury chinaware, but slavery as well. Funnily enough Amsterdam has 'the bad name' where slavery is concerned, but Middelburg was just as notorious.
This used to be where the ships docked, and the huge houses along what used to be quays (Prins Hendrikdok) still project wealth. When you get a wobble from the crazy business of Amsterdam, go to Middelburg! The houses are just as imposing, I promise.
The rich 'reders' (shipowners) all proudly named their houses, this one is called De Witte Swaen (the white swan).
But, as ever, richess 'don't impress me much', to quote Shania Twain, and the ordinary houses charm me much more.
Higgeldy piggeldy...lovely! The Kuiperspoort.
It appears to be a completely deserted town, but it was minus one... All people had hidden indoors.
One of the many gates. And no cars allowed...bliss. The typical cellar doors on the left are still in situ all over the town centre.
Can you spot that Camelia?
And here it is...glorious! My daughter (not familiar with camelias) was amazed that it bloomed in late January. But it stood in exactly the right spot! Protected from the wind by tall walls, and in sunshine.
I'll leave you with a typically Dutch café, again empty, as it was early on Sunday morning and all those louts were still sleeping off their hangovers I guess...Can you spot those ancient white tiles on the back wall? We call them 'witjes' and they are very old. This building must stem from the late 14th century, and escaped the fires that swept the centre a couple of times. And those heavy beams on the right! Impressive.
A Dutch breakfast. The boiled eggs were still boiling...
Well. Hopefully you have enjoyed joining me on my weekend trip. I will revert to Hunky Dory blogs soon, so watch this space. My manuscript is at the printer's, a.s.a. I have news, I'll let you know. In the meantime you can have a look at Renée Grashoff Schrijft
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