Resistance was futile. On my last day in the Netherlands I had to see a windmill. Most are in the countryside, but I’d heard of one in the city so I set out on foot to find it.

I started from the Maritime Museum, where Tom was spending the morning, and headed southwest in the general direction of the De Gooyer Windmill. I quickly realized I was on the wrong street, and the directions I’d copied before leaving the hotel (to conserve data) were making no sense. But once I saw a few street names and figured out my general location I was able to make my way slowly to the landmark.

When I finally found it, I took in the windmill from all angles, snapping some shots from across the street, others from a different direction. The molen wasn’t exactly standing in a field of tulips; there were cars, motorcycles and bicycles zipping around it. But it was there, in all its glory.

A tourism cliché? You betcha. But at least I’m planning no posts on wooden shoes.