I’ve never really been much of the tourist type, but I feel
a duty to my fellow Americans that will never visit the Netherlands, to capture
the beauty and obscurity of this lovely town. This town, Arnemuiden, is more of
a village. Sort of like a Christmas village you would see in a movie, like the
inside of a snow globe. I would compare it to Jamestown or Williamsburg to
describe it to someone in America. Brick sidewalks, small homes, picturesque landscapes,
and old signs and buildings_ it has a fancy rustic, cookie cutter charm.
Walking down the street you can see right in to people’s living rooms, it’s
like they are on display, I found that to be odd and intrusive. People also have displays
in their window sills, as if walking down the street was a little museum in
itself. Everything feels safe, clear, compact, and simple here.
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| The windmill outside of Pieter's house. |
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| Me standing on the dike. |
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| Boats on the canal. |
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| Village houses side by side. |
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| Tiny cars and more houses. |
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| Dutch homes |
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| Beautiful house next door to the Trampers. |
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