No, not really. Just the first part of that sentence. So off to Rotterdam we drove.
Over two hours of driving and fighting with TomTom - our un-updated but indispensable satnav. That thing, by the way, managed to get us off the motorway for a bit of rally driving that cost us about 20 minutes; nevertheless we arrived at our destination.
One of these are open to the public - the show cube. True to Dutch architecture, these houses have very steep, ladder-like stairs.
Profuse are the angles and corners, plenty.
Apart from these abodes and a number of museums, there wasn't a lot more to see. Rotterdam was bombed almost to oblivion during the war so most of its architecture is modern save for a few.
How many bikes can you spot in the water?
A bowl of fries.
And cold beer.
Half an hour's drive away from Rotterdam is the charming city of Delft, famous for its beautiful blue and white pottery. Since we were close to it and ready to leave Rotterdam, why not.
But the sun went down too fast. Although it was only about half past four, it was already dark. I totally forgot about the days being short - too short - in winter.
That meant shops and museums closed early. And it also meant shooting on a tripod, which was stowed under the bed back in Deventer.
I love how the houses in Holland have huge windows.
The Grinch tree!