The Dutch feeling

Still feels very much like home, whenever I am there..

Short bikeride to the flower fields, after church.

People from India,

Italy,

and, of course, China. In just one field.

Easter. Everybody together again. Biking a little, laying in the sun a little, in the east of our country (where I live now).

Bingo!

Second bike got stolen... It was my rattling-out-loud-bike in Leiden, on a Saturdaynight some weeks ago. Left it alone in an alley for just one night.
Gone. Even though it had a big red Bob the Builder-bell.