On the road to Julianadorp

My father was born in the north of Holland - a small town called Julianadorp - so we made a pilgrimage. The house is still there and we may have alarmed a few locals with our lingering and staring.

We stayed around and had a lovely lunch before heading for IJmuiden and the ferry. It's a nice little town.

This is not Julianadorp. But it is most definitely Holland. You can probably tell.