nostalgie
lately we've been extremely busy. we're doing some very serious househunting. and we're diving deeper and deeper into the history of our beloved hometown, more specifically the neighbourhood we live in, called scheveningen. scheveningen has an intriguing history, from nothing but a small fishers village to a grand and mondaine place to be to ... a place which has been elected one of the ugliest places in NL now. (I fully agree that the gevers deynootplein is the ugliest place, but do think the sea, the beach and the dunes are always beautiful - when you're standing with your back to the city) so sad that the beautiful buildings had to disappear. even sadder when you think that the buildings lasted until about the 1970s, when they were demolished. the palace hotel, the grand hotel, hotel l'orange... only the kurhaus survived and only by a fraction. I remember going to scheveningen as a child, on a special day out with my mother. playing in the sand, collecting shells in light blue and pink, jumping on the trampolines, and best of all: riding a donkey! still, living so close to a place with so much interesting history, makes my mind wonder to the early days, innocent, glamorous. look at the great posters I found by Louis Kalff from that time!
lately we've been extremely busy. we're doing some very serious househunting. and we're diving deeper and deeper into the history of our beloved hometown, more specifically the neighbourhood we live in, called scheveningen. scheveningen has an intriguing history, from nothing but a small fishers village to a grand and mondaine place to be to ... a place which has been elected one of the ugliest places in NL now. (I fully agree that the gevers deynootplein is the ugliest place, but do think the sea, the beach and the dunes are always beautiful - when you're standing with your back to the city) so sad that the beautiful buildings had to disappear. even sadder when you think that the buildings lasted until about the 1970s, when they were demolished. the palace hotel, the grand hotel, hotel l'orange... only the kurhaus survived and only by a fraction. I remember going to scheveningen as a child, on a special day out with my mother. playing in the sand, collecting shells in light blue and pink, jumping on the trampolines, and best of all: riding a donkey! still, living so close to a place with so much interesting history, makes my mind wonder to the early days, innocent, glamorous. look at the great posters I found by Louis Kalff from that time!
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