After Rome it was on to the Hague.
Most of my Dad’s coworkers elected to live in ‘Americanish’ suburban Wassenaar, but my folks wanted to live in a more typical 50’s style Dutch neighborhood, and chose nearby Schevenigen.
Schevenigen is very nice community, and worth a visit. But fifty years ago, it was truly a wonderful place for a young American kid to live because there were so many cool places to ride our bikes including a very active ‘working’ fishing port just two blocks away, and the dunes and North Sea another block beyond.
The opposite direction was a little shopping street, where my Mom would go in one store for milk & eggs, and another for fruit & vegetables, and the best for last, the bakery. The Dutch to this day, make wonderful pastries.
Is it worth a trip to The Netherlands for the pastries?
Well, if you throw in some chocolates, absolutely!!
After returning to the States, a copy of this photo was on our wall, and my buddies would often ask if I REALLY wore these clothes to school?
C’mon now, how would you answer that?