Showing posts with label Breda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Breda. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

T-huis in the Valkenberg Park

The most wonderful cafe in the world:  the T-huis in the city park in Breda.  
It is a tea room, only open during the day.  
Great views of the play area for kids.  Great coffee. Good wines and beers. (Mom & Dad can get tipsy whilst watching the kiddies play).  Yummy toasted sandwiches.  
Love the pink and orange chairs, the grey cement, glass walls, the words all lit up on top.




It is the place in Breda that I most like to be at.  I will think of any excuse to go here.  

Lots of decisions in our lives have been made here.  
Good spot to rethink the way we do things.  Somehow all our conversations here center around how we live or could do it differently.

Pity it has been raining so much lately.  The sandpit is filled with water.  
Son#1 and Son#2 have trouble understanding why they can't gallop like horses through the water when it's only 5 degrees outside.   

Simply love this place.  
All the seasons parade past its windows throughout the year.  
Views of the Church.
People watching par excellence.
Good vibes galore.
 


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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

De Vrije Boekhandel in the Veemarktstraat


This is my favourite corner in the centre of Breda:



That beautiful bookshop all lit up is the Vrije Boekhandel.  

I've loved that shop for years, although I hardly ever go in.  They sell some English books, but not many, and most of those are fiction which I don't generally read.  They have ladders on rails that run along the bookshelves.  I love that.

This little corner is on the quieter side of town, closer to the park (which is gorgeous, will add a photo when the sun is out again).  

The gables of all the buildings just hit you in the face:  WOW!  I live in the Netherlands!



I'm getting my Dutch citizenship next week.  It took so much effort to get to this point.  
Glad that (for now) I'm allowed to keep my South African passport as well.  

Little bit of home and history in a thin little book. 
You don't lose your identity when you cross the border.




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