Thorn is a pearl of a village, well worth the visit. Its history is rather curious. Like so many towns and villages all over Europe, it got its start in the 10th century and over time became a tiny principality in its own right, with its own money. It was owned by a group of 20 noble unmarried ladies, who seemed to live in luxury. Then Napoleon came along and secularized all church property and rather put the town out of business. Eventually the brick buildings were whitewashed to cover their impoverished condition, so now the town gleams brilliantly in the sunlight and attracts lots of Dutch tourists, and a few stragglers such as ourselves.

Entry into Thorn

Entry into Thorn

The main road

The main street

We are being watched.

We are being watched.

A peek hole in the door

A peek hole in the door. Are we being watched?

We walk around some and find there is little town to be found but there’s a bit of action by the huge Gothic style church, which is locked up tight.

The center of action

The center of action

Musicians at play by the canal

Musicians at play by the canal

We walk by really old houses with doors that lead right onto the small canal.

A canal as your front yard

A canal as your front yard

Now that our feet are weary of cobblestones, we hurry on to ‘s-Hertogenbosch, the capital of the province of North Brabant. As you can imagine, the locals have shortened the name of their city. They call it Den Bosch, pronounced Dem Boss. The great Renaissance painter Hieronymus Bosch lived there.

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