clippety clop clippety clop

Hi. Hej hup... I just ran across the room twice to stare out the window at the horses as they go by... clippety clopping on the cobbles...

We have settled into our new home for the next two months. An old school room turned studio in the small city of Dordrecht 15mins from Rotterdam. Its so pretty here. And people keep walking by talking this crazy language, which I find very pleasing.

Some observations, OMG fresh carameley stroop waffles from the markets in little gingham packets... Flags and banners and boats and ropes and sinking houses, dinging church bells, kids dinking, adults with 6 children perched on the same bike, the sweet smell of jazz cigarettes on the breeze, water everywhere and lovely grey skies... We've seen brass bands and parades and general revelry, mostly due to Holland making the EURO cup... I already felt like I'd seen enough orange, but the giant fake fur jester football hats in fluro and swarms of small blonde children with hair sprayed orange laden with bags of lollies and tooting their horns has taken it to a whole new level... Everything comes in orange here, apparently, at least at the moment. It's pushing purple out of its place as my least favourite colour...

Anyway, how tall can you even be?
REALLY TALL it seems...