A walk near Zeist, The Netherlands.


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Reminds me a little of this road we wound up biking down, to the northeast (?) of Den Haag 5 years ago. We were right in the middle of the city, huge tall buildings everywhere, graffiti, laundromats, scooters... then we went through a park, and suddenly it was like The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe -- we came out of that park and it was a quiet country lane with enormous houses, embassies, a lady riding horseback right past us. We kept looking at each other, saying "where the hell ARE we? Wasn't the city center like 1,000 feet behind us?"

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