But I shouldn't criticise. After all, I managed to let my identity card slip from my pocket in the sand dunes and the good old Dutch police found it and posted it back to me the following week. That is service.
And besides, I didn't plan to rabbit on about beaches in this post. I planned to rabbit on about the Mauritshuis, which is marvellous, (barring a strange lapse when someone there decided to let someone else have a go at painting some ceiling decoration in about 1984; just don't look up, if you go).
I took a lot of pictures and I will put most of them on Instagram, Tumblr and Pinterest. In this post, I'm just going to include a picture by David Teniers that is in the collection.
I first noticed Teniers's pictures in Munich a few years back. I really like them. Often, they show people wasting time in pubs. Always, they give you a feeling of looking back through time, glimpsing real people leading real lives a few hundred years ago. He piles detail upon detail, until you can almost feel the temperature and smell the food cooking. In fact, in the pub scenes, you almost feel the beginnings of the hang over some of the figures are going to be suffering tomorrow - or are already, hence their visit to the pub, for a hair of the dog. He has a kind of wry affection for the humans he portrays. There is a sense that life is fleeting, but there is no sense that he judges people for frittering it away.
This beautiful fish in a dish:
Startlingly, starlings seem to have been on the menu, potentially:
Meanwhile, behind her, the hot sweaty work is carried on by unidentified servants:
Amazingly, if you look very, very closely, you find Teniers even added a picture within the picture - this little drawing, which hangs above the fireplace:
zedmkc (it seems to work best on an I-Pad - you can expand the pictures to really see the details).