The Hague - the city of calm, even prim. After all, the residence of the queen. Here everything is leisurely, measured, dignified. Even the fountains do not seem out of the water and of glycerol. Flea, who is also an antique market, operating in the summer on Sundays and Thursdays to 16 hours, it is easy to shut up for the belt of any district muzeychik - here, and silver, ancient furniture, hats with feathers and a sword with a magnificent Garda. Perhaps the Hague is not so interesting to look at, like the rest of the city - it should live.
But for me now The Hague will always be associated with herring. His famous Dutch herring waiting the whole year - to discuss the weather, worry on, could work up zhirok and there will be enough old stock. The newspapers reported the alleged start of the new season. And so it appears. Insanely delicious, not salty, a hundred times tastier than any sushi. Herring are sold on the street - one (1.6 euros Thing). Visitors - porezhut and put in a plate or in a cut loaf. Local (as made) swallow whole herring, throwing back her head and grabbed the split fish specifically for left tail. A hair's breadth as a bronze characters in the picture above. I'm not even sure that herring, which I tried in The Hague, was one of the new catch - if I understand correctly, the season was only begin on June 6, the day after my departure. But if what I ate, it was last year, then I can not imagine how tasty could be a new ... But on the other hand, in such a beautiful North Sea can afford to fly only a very tasty fish.
With belly full of magic fish, you can go wander around the city. There are not many channels, except that in the parks, but they look absolutely fabulous. All shades of green, the silence and aroma of the foliage (which you will feel, if not slightly earlier oblyapaetes herring, as I did).
However, if you do not think Herring is too delicious, I advise you to go to a fish restaurant near the harbor, on the opposite side of the lighthouse. Eatery looks like junk food, in her terrible pandemonium and I have long wondered why I was pulled into a hole. I just wondered up until not to bring plastic miskulohan with buaybesom. Present. From different fresh fish and other marine reptiles. After the second spoon Dutch herring shamefully slipped from first to second place in my personal ranking of goodies. And, of course, I'm stuffed to the disgrace.
After these excesses no serious walks out of the question. But hurry in The Hague, especially nowhere - can afford to slowly plod along the streets, dreamily gazing at the quiet town where people live, knowing his own worth.