Rainy Sunday in Den Haag

August 30th, 2010

Sunday, August 29 – overcast, windy, raining & cool:  I had slept well despite the clanging of the old church bells during the night. The dull sound reminded me of the church bells on Christmas Eve in Florence several years back.  The old bells clang the hours and mark the services.  They have brought glad tidings and bad news to the townsfolk for hundreds of years.

Interior Hallway of Johannes Vermeer hotel

We were very pleasantly surprised by the abundant breakfast at the Johannes Vermeer Hotel.  Like most of Europe, breakfast is free with a night’s lodging and it varies from country to country and hotel to hotel.  I think it’s a very humanistic gesture to send out the hotel guests into the tourist world with a full stomach.  Johannes Vermeer outdid himself with excellent coffee, croissants, cheeses, meats, eggs, yoghurt, and fresh fruit.

The Breakfast Room at Hotel Johannes Vermeer

Over breakfast, we had an excellent conversation with an Australian couple who were in Delft to try out hotels for a future Dutch boat tour that the man was developing.  He said they were touring Holland by inter-connecting canals in a small boat but were stopping at hotels each night.  Next year he is planning to charter a larger boat and invite Australian tourists (for a fee) on the journey.  He said it will be a “good retirement job”.

We decided to stay at the Johannes Vermeer Hotel because we wanted a hotel to serve as a base to visit other cities with easy access to the major roads in this part of Holland.  The Johannes Vermeer was a lovely little hotel for one night but was centrally located in Delft and accessible only on foot. It would have been very difficult for us to carry our suitcases up flights of circular staircases.

Gift Shop at Escher Exhibit

We had noticed a modern hotel on the street leading into Delft near the parking garage, so walked there to inquire about a room for two nights.  The Hampshire Hotel, we learned, had opened in April 2010 and many of their 92 rooms were available.  We took a very comfortable large double room for 99 Euros per night.

Except for the Britney Spears quotation painted on the wall over the bed, the room was perfect.  I feel a bit guilty for preferring a crisp, clean, quiet, modern room, but with breakfast and free WiFi, I’m getting over it!

We got our little silver Honda Jazz out of the garage and drove 15 minutes to Den Haag, “the Hague”, in English.  This is the business and commerce center of Holland.  There was little traffic because it was Sunday but we still had difficulty finding the “Centrum” without a map or guidebook.

We finally found a garage near the Tourist Information Office, parked the car, and bought the much needed Michelin Guide to Holland and a book of maps of the small country.  We then had a cup of coffee in the adjoining coffee shop, and since it was a rainy day, decided to go to a couple of museums that Jeff knew about.

Binnenhof – Knights’ Hall Within Dutch Parliament Buildings

The first was the Mauritshuis which was a converted Dutch mansion and exhibited an impressive collection of Dutch paintings.  There were three floors around a large center staircase and one could imagine the lifestyle of the former occupants.  It was a relatively small collection, but exhibited almost a dozen Rembrandts and two of Johannes Vermeer’s best paintings. One was a glowing view of the city of Delft, where Vermeer had lived his entire life.  The other painting was the popular Girl With the Pearl Earring. Both are magnificent paintings and worth the visit to see them.  The Rembrandt paintings included several which we had not seen and reflected the range of Rembrandt’s talents and interests.  No photography was allowed inside the museum and it was raining too hard to take photos outside.

It was pouring rain when we left the Mauritshuis and we expressed our good fortune to find waterproof rain jackets the day before at the street market in Leiden. We consulted our Den Haag city map and found our way to the other museum: Escher in Het Paleis.  This is a permanent exhibit of the works of the world-famous Dutch graphic artist, M. C. Escher housed in the 200 year old winter palace of the current queen’s great-grandmother: Queen Mother Emma.  Yes, there is a royal family and a present-day queen of modern Holland, Queen Beatrix.

Photograph of One of M. C. Escher’s Works

Everyone recognizes Escher’s work even if they don’t remember his name.  The exhibit dominated the entire house and described Escher’s art from his youth to his popularity “with Americans” in the 1950s and 1960s.  He died in 1972 but his works are just as fresh and interesting and innovative as when he created them.  On the top floor were computer simulations and hands-on experiential activities for visitors based on Esher’s graphics.

M. C. Escher’s Drawings

It was still very windy and raining hard when we left the Escher exhibit and we walked back through a park to the garage.  I have just one word about European parking garages: OUCH!!  They’re too small for any normal-sized automobile, so DO NOT enter any indoor garage with a car larger than an American Honda Civic or you will not be able to park, fortunately this Jazz is a small car.

Interior Staircase of the Winter Palace With a Modern Chandelier

We drove back to the Hampshire Hotel and settled in for the evening.  Another advantage to the hotel is their dining room.  We didn’t have to walk in the pouring rain to find a restaurant with good food.  I had a delicious Dutch lamb dinner and Jeff was finally able to enjoy a good hamburger!

Leiden & Delft

August 29th, 2010

Saturday, August 28th – cloudy, windy, and cool outside:  We stayed in one of the Schiphol Airport business hotels Friday night so that we wouldn’t have to deal with Amsterdam bike traffic and we could leave the area easily with a rental car in the morning.


We had reserved a rental car over the Internet last night and the little silver Honda Jazz was waiting for us when we got there.

We loaded up the car and found the highway south to the lovely city of Leiden. It was only about 30 minutes from the Amsterdam Airport.  Leiden is a vibrant college town full of young people on bicycles and Leiden University is the oldest university in the Netherlands.  It was founded in 1575 by William, Prince of Orange, leader of the Dutch Revolt.


Typical of Dutch cities, many of the streets in Leiden are lovely canals with walking and bike lanes along the canal. We found a parking lot near the “centrum” of town, parked the car, and walked around.

The narrow streets were filled with market stalls so we surmised that it was Saturday Market Day, like in France.

The sun peeked out from behind clouds and the temperature felt warmer.

We kept seeing shops and stalls selling Turkish food and spices.  I thought I must be dreaming.  There seems to be a population of Turkish people in Holland.

Jeff and I have been looking to replace our Swiss travel rain jackets and we were happy to see that one of the stalls had inexpensive fold-up rain jackets.  Jeff bought a gray/black one and I bought an oversized bright red one.  It matches my red umbrella!  We also bought some snacks for lunch.  We walked around for a while and had fun seeing the crowds of people and the goods for sale.

We left Leiden at about 2:30 to go to the famous city of Delft, Holland.  We were armed with one of Jeff’s 15 year old Michelin maps of Holland, no Dutch vocabulary, and my infallible sense of direction!  How could we go wrong?  We got a little lost leaving Leiden but finally found the A-4 highway to Delft.

We finally found Delft and after unsuccessfully following “Centrum” signs, which led drivers around the periphery of the city.  Then we found a parking garage near the center of town so we were able to get rid of the car.  This was one of those unbelievable spotlessly clean modern garages that are well lighted and safe.  We felt good about leaving the car and our luggage in the garage and went out to explore the famous city of Delft tiles and Delft porcelain.

Delft is another lovely Dutch town with beautiful canals and lovely old brick buildings. In the center marketplace just outside the huge “New” church, was another Saturday Market.  This one had antiques and collectibles.

After walking around for a while we thought we should find a hotel for the night.  We happened upon a “tourist office” and inquired about hotels.  The woman said she would call the hotels for us to see if they had rooms available.

The first one we chose was the Hotel Johannes Vermeer.  It had been an old cigar factory and was converted to a hotel in 2000.  It was on one of the smaller canals, had free WiFi, and sounded good in the brochure.  The woman called and they had a double room for 89 Euros per night.

We walked to the hotel and the young man gave us the keys to two of the rooms and told us to choose whichever room we liked best.  The first was on the fourth floor at the top of two twisting circular staircases and looked like a cozy garret. The second room was much larger with a seating area, a very large bathroom with a skylight and on the third floor – only one circular staircase.  We chose the second room.  Both rooms were the same price!

We were hungry and went out to find a restaurant for dinner.  There seemed to be more ethnic restaurants in Delft than at home.  We found Chinese, Indian, Spanish Tapas, Indonesian, Italian, Mexican, French, and Turkish restaurants.

Then Jeff spotted the Spijshuis De Dis – Dutch Culinary Art Restaurant across the Beetenmarkt Park.  The restaurant was warm and cozy with attractive decorations and the people were very friendly.

I had a wonderful vegetarian casserole with eggplant, zucchini, nuts, raisins, and onion. It was delicious!  Jeff had beef stew with roasted potatoes.  It was a relaxing and pleasant dinner.

As we left the restaurant, it began to rain again.  Unfortunately, the small quaint historic hotel is on a no-cars narrow canal, so we had to walk to the garage to get our over-night bags from the car to take to the Johannes Vermeer Hotel.  The rain got heavier as we walked quickly through the quiet streets of Delft.  It continued to rain on the way back to the hotel. We were both wearing our rain jackets from the morning market.  We accomplished our goal, climbed up three flights of stairs, and were in for the evening.  It had been a good day…..

Something Completely Different

August 28th, 2010

As the Monty Python crew said many years ago, “And now for something completely different…….”

Yesterday, we left hot, humid, crowded, noisy, exciting, mysterious, amazing Istanbul, Turkey and flew to Amsterdam, Holland.  The only similarities I could see in the two cities are the modern, clean, industrially-beautiful, comfortable airports in both cities.

Istanbul, Turkey

I bid fond farewells to the crew at the White House Hotel in the Sultanahmet district.  All the people at the hotel were wonderful: friendly, kind, thoughtful, and helpful.  They made me feel comfortable and at home for my entire stay in Istanbul.  The location of the hotel was also perfect.  It’s within walking distance of all the most important sights and sounds, but on a nice, quiet side-street.  I recommend the hotel to everyone!!!

Bridge Across the Bosporus

A car came to the hotel to pick us up and drive us out to “the other airport”, not Ataturk Airport, on the Asian side of Istanbul.  As a last farewell to the city, we got to ride through Istanbul from the European side, across the Golden Horn, then on the beautiful bridge across the Bosporus, and into the Asian part of Istanbul in morning rush-hour traffic.  What a treat!!

It was warm and humid and the temperature was rising through the high 80s at 8:00 AM in Istanbul.  When we arrived at Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam, after a three and a half hour flight, at about 3:00 PM, it was windy, cold, and raining…. and in the mid 60s for temperature.

We had made a reservation at one of the hotels near the airport because neither of us wanted to go into Amsterdam on this trip.  We had visited the beautiful city last year and were ready for something different.  We wanted to take a break, relax a little, and take care of planning for the rest of the day.  We settled in and took care of details for this part of the trip: renting a car, changing the place & date of our return home, obtained some Euros, and had dinner.

Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam

I had an AMAZING trip through Anatolia with my cousins and my son.  It was truly the trip of a lifetime, that none of us will ever forget.  I will continue to add photos and memories to GallivantingGrandma, so please look back from time to time.  But for now, just like in life, I have to move forward into “the present”.  For now, I’ll continue to write about my experiences here in Western Europe and will post them when I have access to the Internet.

As Bilbo Baggins said, “Fare well where-ever you fare……”

Haghia Sophia In the Morning

August 24th, 2010

Tuesday – August 24

Haghia Sophia

This was our morning to visit the magnificent Haghia Sophia.  Chris had suggested revisiting the “church of holy wisdom” at different times of the day to catch the natural light coming in through different windows.  He was correct!  The light casts different hues and illuminates different parts of the building depending on the time of day.  Seeing the building with different lighting is a completely new experience!

View of the East Side of the Nave

In the morning, the end of the building where the alter would have been glows with a warm golden light.  The sunlight streams in through huge arched windows making the vast interior look bigger and brighter.

Arches and Balconies

I can’t say enough superlatives about Haghia Sophia.  It is magnificent!  The building is almost 1,500 years old and is incredibly impressive. One of the guide books said, “Haghia Sophia is among the world’s greatest architectural achievements.”  The high central dome reaches to a height of 184 feet and makes the visitor feel very small.  It was designed to be a celestial experience.

Chandeliers

Not all of the antique chandeliers are electrified.  Many of them still have small clear glass cups which must have originally burned oil or candle wax.  I tried to imagine the interior of Haghia Sophia illuminated only with burning candles.

Byzantine Art Under Plaster

Reconstruction and removal of plaster continues throughout Haghia Sophia.  It had been converted to a mosque in 1453 and all the images were covered or removed at that time.  Today it is a museum and both the Byzantine and Muslim art are being restored.

Glowing Chandelier and Roundel

We spent a couple of hours in Haghia Sophia, looking and exploring and taking many photographs.  This was my fourth time visiting the magnificent building and it was an amazing experience again.  I don’t think I would ever get tired of seeing and experiencing the impressive building.

Ablutions Fountain

In the inner courtyard near the exit from Haghia Sophia is the Ablutions Fountain.  It was built in 1740 and, according to a guidebook, is an “exquisite example of Turkish Rococo style.”  The projecting roof is painted with floral reliefs.  We passed through the turn styles at the exit and looked across the park to the Blue Mosque.

The Blue Mosque

We were back out in the brilliant Istanbul sunshine!  The park between Haghia Sophia and the Blue Mosque is lovely.  Many people: tourists, families, locals walk through the park or sit and enjoy the scenery.  There are lovely palm trees and flowers and bushes everywhere. I especially enjoyed the crepe myrtle bushes which were blooming in shades of bright pink.

Interior of the Blue Mosque

We walked across the park to the Blue Mosque.  Jeff had not seen the interior and he was a little curious.  I, of course, love the beautiful Iznik tiles.  The mosque is one of the most famous religious buildings in the world.  It was commissioned by the Sultan Ahmet I and built between 1609 and 1616 by Mehmet Aga, the imperial architect of the time. Mehmet Aga had been a pupil of Turkey’s celebrated chief royal architect, Mimar Sinan, who was Armenian.

Ceiling and Column

The Blue Mosque gets its name from the predominantly blue and white Iznik tiles which adorn the walls and ceiling of the interior.  Iznik pottery was named after the town in western Anatolia where it was made.  The pottery manufacturing in Iznik reached its height during the late sixteenth century.  The Ottoman sultan, Suleyman the Magnificent (1520-66) is credited with the increased demand for Iznik pottery and tiles.

We put our shoes back on and left the Blue Mosque and went to the tram station on Divanyolu Cadessi.  We rode the tram to the last stop and walked a few blocks to Dolmabahce Palace.  Chris had visited the Palace one day on his own and he said that it was worth seeing.

Main Entrance to Dolmabahce Palace

Dolmabahce Palace was built in 1856 by Sultan Abdul Mecit because he thought Topkapi Palace was too small and old fashioned.  The architect was Karabet Balyan and his son, Nigogayos, who were members of a family of great Armenian architects who built many opulent palaces along the Bosphorus for wealthy Turkish businessmen and their families.  The palace has 285 rooms and 46 halls.  The building has an area of 11.2 acres.  Photography was not allowed inside the palace, so I only have photos of the beautiful grounds.

The Clock Tower

The Clock Tower is located just outside the palace walls.  It was constructed by the famous Armenian architect, Sarkis Balyan between 1890 and 1895.  Like the palace, the Clock Tower is situated along the Bosphorus with beautiful panoramic views of the European and Asian sides of the city of Istanbul.

Entrance to the Palace

Dolmabahce Palace was home to six sultans from 1856 to 1924 when the system of government of sultans (Caliphate) was abolished in Turkey.  A law transferred the ownership of the palace to the new Turkish Republic in 1924. Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, the founder and first President of the Republic of Turkey, used the palace as a presidential residence during the summers and enacted some of his most important works here. Atatürk spent the last days of his life in the palace, where he died on November 10, 1938.  The Turkish people we talked to call it “Ataturk’s house”.

View of Istanbul from the Palace Steps

There are several very large and impressive rooms in the palace. The world’s largest Bohemian crystal chandelier is in the center hall, which was a gift from Queen Victoria.  One of the great staircases, called the Crystal Staircase, has bannisters made of Baccarat crystal.  There were other important paintings and works of art throughout the palace.  Less impressive were Ataturk’s rooms where he worked and eventually died.  There was also a part of the palace where the sultans had their “harem”, but this was disappointing especially after seeing Topkapi Palace.  The guide told us that by the late 1800s the sultans had only four to six wives who lived with their children in separate apartments.  These apartments were dreary Victorian rooms.

View of Ataturk Bridge to the Asian Side of Istanbul

We were tired after walking around Dolmabahce Palace and fortunately for us there was a cafe right outside along the Bosphorus.  We sat in the shade of an umbrella and had iced teas along the blue water.  We enjoyed a lovely breeze and the view of the Asian side of Istanbul.  We watched the Turkish boats go by and rested before returning to Sultanahmet on the tram.  Istanbul continued to surprise and delight us.

Exploring The Bazaars Again

August 23rd, 2010

Monday – August 23

It was Roseanne’s last morning in Istanbul.  After breakfast, we went out to do a little last minute shopping in the neighborhood.  Sultanahmet and this part of Istanbul was familiar to me now.  I could get around (almost) like a native.  It was a good feeling!

Neighborhood Shop Near the White House Hotel

Since Istanbul has been a major international market place for thousands of years, one could still buy or sell anything here today.  Selling and trading are second nature to the Turkish people.

A Lamp Store

Roseanne’s taxi came and we sadly said our goodbyes.  It had been a wonderful cousins’ adventure. Lucky me, my adventure continues!  Jeff wanted to visit the famous Grand Bazaar!

One Street Inside the Grand Bazaar

The Grand Bazaar is a huge building located on the top of a hill.  I’m sure a bazaar or marketplace has been there for thousands of years.  The building was built only a few hundred years ago, but originally the bazaar must have been a congregation of tents.  I can imagine the horses and camels and people traveling along the Silk Road to this European port to trade with the people from the west.

Evil Eyes For Sale

The Europeans sailed east to Constantinople, or ancient Byzantium, across the Mediterranean Sea to trade for goods from China and India.

Turkish Coffee Pots and Aladdin’s Lamps

Besides being a great place to shop, the Grand Bazaar is also a wonderful place to take photographs.  There are interesting looking people from all over the world and lots of photogenic “stuff”.  The more aggressive salesmen try to entice shoppers into their stores, but most of them are easily discouraged with a negative shake of the head and a serious expression.

Swords, Pipes, Jewelry, and Amber Worry Beads

As we were browsing the narrow passageways and looking for interesting objects to photograph, I noticed a silver bowl engraved with Armenian writing.  I entered the tiny six by six foot shop to ask the price.  The handsome young man began to tell me the history of the bowls as he unearthed several more.  He had other Armenian artifacts to sell and I finally noticed that the name on his business card was an Armenian name.

The Jewelry Section

I told him about our cousins trip to Eastern Turkey.  He told me that his Armenian grandmother was born in 1915 and was from Sivas.  Her parents brought her to Istanbul where she has lived all her life.  He said that his father knows the family history and gave me his father’s business card and invited me to contact him.  Some clients stood in the doorway so I said my goodbyes and happily left.

Bargaining in the Bazaar

Then we walked through the clothing and carpet section of the bazaar and I found my way to the other Armenian dealer I knew.  I thought I could give him some business, but he was engaged with several tourists and we couldn’t wait.  My cousins and I had met the Armenian man and his brother and their families on the boat trip up the Bosporus River a few weeks ago.  The Istanbul dealer’s brother and family live in Marseille!

Cafe Serving Chai and Baklava

We were getting a little tired so we decided to stop at a small cafe in the bazaar for a refreshing cup of “chai”.  Afterwards, we went through the sections selling fabric, clothing, Muslim hats, jeans, and tourist t-shirts.  Then we stumbled upon an enclosed courtyard.

Shaded Courtyard Within the Grand Bazaar

Tables were set up for snacks and meals.  People were enjoying a snack and the fresh air. There were also public toilets labeled “bey” and “beyan” – men and women.  Several tourist shops lined the courtyard.  We finally found an exit and walked out into the teaming streets of Istanbul.

Red Dresses for Sale

The market continues outside the Grand Bazaar building.  Every little street and passage and alleyway is full of shops selling something.  One area has bedding, another has buttons and notions, another sells Muslim women’s head-scarves and another street has children’s clothes.  The Grand Bazaar is full of tourists and the streets outside are full of locals.

Down to the Spice Bazaar

We walked down the hill in the other direction toward the Spice Bazaar.  It was a brilliant day and we could get a peek of the sea from the hilltop.

Women’s Scarves

I wondered if there were directories of the neighborhoods where different types of goods which were sold.  I imagined that the local people had to learn where to go to buy particular items.

The Fragrant Spice Bazaar

The Spice Bazaar is a smaller indoor market with many booths similar to the Grand Bazaar except that spices, dried fruits, candies, and herbs are sold at the Spice Bazaar.

Medicinal Herbs For Sale

The Spice Bazaar is located near the Golden Horn by the water, on the Sultanahmet side of the Galata Bridge.

Varieties of Chai/Tea and Spices

I am sure that every spice on earth must be available at the bazaar and the interior of the building has a wonderful strong aroma.  The Spice Bazaar was always crowded with people buying spices.

A Bazaar Character

We walked through the bazaar and looked at the stalls of fragrant herbs.  Both the Spice and the Grand Bazaars are so much fun to see and experience.  There is nothing like them in the United States.

Dried Fruits, Lokhoom, and Chai Caddies

We left the Spice Bazaar through the main entrance near the shore of the Golden Horn.  We left a crowd of people in the bazaar and walked out into more crowds of people.  The “New” Mosque (Yeni Camil) was completed in 1663 and is the large landmark near the Spice Bazaar.

The New Mosque

Some men were preparing the mosque for the evening’s services.  We passed by the “Pet Market” and walked toward the tram station.

Bottled Water and Leeches For Sale

There were a lot of people outside the New Mosque and the Spice Bazaar.  Several enterprising people were selling leeches, which I assume people purchase for medicinal purposes.  The black leeches were in large bottles half full of water and were climbing up the sides of the bottles.

Selling Turkish “C-Star” Flags

Several men walked around selling bright red Turkish flags of all sizes.  There were half a dozen people sitting under small bright red canopies selling seeds to feed the flocks of pigeons on the steps of the mosque.

The Celebrating Family

At the front of the mosque, there was a family strolling by with two sons who were wearing the gold and white costumes that I saw for sale in shop windows.  The boys wore white shoes, shirts, and pants. Over that were fur-trimmed capes which were elaborately embroidered with gold thread.  On their heads, the boys wore gold and white hats with feather trim.  I do not know what the costumes are called but they celebrate the boys’ circumcisions.  Apparently, Muslim people do not circumcise boys when they are babies.  The proud parents were showing off their sons.

We boarded the tram which took us back to Sultanahmet and the White House Hotel.  It had been a full and interesting day.  Istanbul is an amazing city!  :-)