With a touch of regret, we packed up, said goodbye to Milo, Fiona and our new friend Heinrich, and moved out of our wharf cellar. We hopped a train to Rotterdam and found another to Delft. What an adorable town. It was market day and the streets were bustling.

We found an adorable hotel and thankfully dropped off our click-clickety suitcases. It’s tough dragging wheelie bags over miles of cobbled streets. We climbed to the top of a church tower built in the 1500’s. I smacked my head HARD, and we drank rosé and tasted more cheese.