Visueel dagboek van Michael Minneboo.
Leidseplein, 8:45
While I am waiting for the tram to arrive I take this picture of the majestic Hirsch & Cie building. Next to the Stadsschouwburg and The Americain hotel, this building gives the square the grandeur it needs.
This will be the last time going to work for over a week: I am taking some time off from the VARA to work on some writing projects and meet up with a couple of friends. And, since spring started, I think I am going to enjoy a few walks in the sun as well.
This morning I prolonged the weekend by a couple of hours. That’s the nice thing about being a freelancer, that once in a while you can chose to have a cup of coffee with your girlfriend, enjoying the early spring sun and relax for a while.
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But now it’s back to business. There’s an article I need to finish a.s.a.p.
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I visited Blog bal (ball of the blogs) this week. During the evening, there were a number of performances on the stage. The Vuvuzelajazz by Dause von Kippfest was certainly the weirdest one.
As I told you in the last post, I went to the ball of the blogs on Tuesday. In the corner of the venue, there was standing a dressed up tailor’s dummy with a Harry Mulisch-mask on. The famous Dutch writer who died of cancer last year. It was kind of spooky to have the author present.
Tuesday it was time for the ball of the books (Boekenbal) at the Stadsschouwburg. I wasn’t invited, since I am not a famous Dutch writer. I went to the Blogbal (ball of the blogs) instead.
Utrecht, Same Day, Different View.
Utrecht is one of my favourite cities. Last week I went there to have dinner with my friend Hester. While waiting for her I took these shots of the Neude, a square in the center of town. You can hardly see it on the first picture, since they were constructing something for a festival or rather. Too bad though, it looks rather ugly this way. I wonder what they were organising on the Neude.
By the way, check out Hester’s blog.
When I walked out of the building of the VARA I passed by this crocodile. Don’t know who left her there, but she seemed to have a good time on the couch all by herself.
Two heads on the wall. One is Gaddafi and the other one is unknown to me, but next to Gaddafi I think it’s a face of innocence.
Almost home and ready for my half hour walk.
