Van Gogh has always made me uncomfortable. He was a wounded soul and it comes through in his paintings of which he did 800 of in his 10 year painting career. He was in a time of no alternatives as in medication and struggled. I'm sure he found escape and a meditation in painting but ultimately it wasn't enough. We also found a chance to escape and took it leaving the tour mid-morning.
We headed to another restaurant specializing in apple pie - we both agreed not as good as the place yesterday. Then wandered into a coffe house before heading back to our apartment.
The weather is beautiful with blue skies and sun streaming through our big windows overlooking the canal. The windows were made big to allow as much natural light in as possible and to lighten the structure as far as weight goes. Lots of chatter on the street below and occasionally the clatter of horse hooves.
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